Dream, Ambition

I long to walk the world without a single care, down every street in innocence, entranced by ordinary miracles — spring blossoms on the trees, the dead lead skies' life-giving rain, and by the enigmatic street itself, this trance of street awaiting every passerby, each one trailing the mystery: where have we come from, where are we, where are we going? I'd graze and drink like an animal without reflective memory, and live within the world, a visitor on an aesthetic mission — to contemplate all that I see, refining, tamping down, until I'm left with but an essence — joy.