I’ve mostly tried everything already;
everything, that is,
that I had any intention of trying in the first place.

The rest, infinite though it might be, doesn’t pique my interest now.

Perhaps by moving on, fluidly through the years, I’ll come to want more,
and find myself delving into something then
that I would have never considered today.

Or perhaps I’ll find myself having skipped through several more chunks
until I can no longer say that I am young,
until I have to begin counting down.

I can’t say that I was ever bright-eyed and hopeful,
but lately–
and by lately, I mean during the past half-dozen years–
I’ve been stuck
in a loop from which I can’t seem to find an exit. And it’s boring me.
God, how it bores me.

I don’t want to give chase anymore.
but I can’t settle down.
It’s not that I don’t want to. I can’t find the opportunity.

God, give me the opportunity, and I will.