Points

It isn’t fair,
nor is it negotiable.
As I approach one,
I distance myself from another.
I manufacture this divide,
hoping for a smile
when I finally arrive.
I can only hope I know
what it is I yearn for,
because with each new mile
on this dusty odometer,
I break the bond a little more.
I hope for sunny, cloudless days
at the breaking of this bitterness.
Hearing only music,
seeing only blue.
Laying in the grass,
content to play the fool.