We are not a vacant city
or an open vein
We have nothing to give or gain
But the heart is always wanting,
even when it owns,
and we’re all striving for a goal
but never the actual whole.
Because toil is the fruit of our gain
the sweat down our dirty skin
at the end of a tired day.
And if we ever come home clean
it only leaves us
We’re too old to be reading these stories.