Nights

(Found here)

There’s nothing that I really want:

The stars tonight are rich and cold

Above my house that vaguely broods

Upon a path soon lost in dark.

My dinner plate is chipped all round

(It tells me that I’ve changed a lot)

My glass is cracked all down one side

(It shows there is a path for me).

My hands — I rest my head on them.

My eyes — I rest my mind on them.

There’s nothing that I really need

Before I set out on that path.

~Kevin Hart