To No One

To No One

I feel so lost…

and empty

and lonely.

Not feeling this world; 

how they shape your mind

to make you believe that you need to be somebody to somebody, 

to be somebody.

Society leads you to water,

asks you for a quarter to stare at it to see your reflection,

asks you for a dollar to taste it,

$1.50 to drink from it,

and $5 to take some home with you.

Water flows free.

Of the land, 

within the land,

to feed the beings of the land.

Well, wasn’t that us?

Or was that to no one,

who was staring down into the water,

asking the sun if it would take a nickel

for a little warmth on the skin?

Of a no one, born to the land 

of earth and water,

rock and soil,

to attempt to forge humanity

in a land of hungry dreams

and debutante balls.

More silicone for the pushin’: technology, Barbie Dolls, prosthetic --

admired for their unnatural presence.

Fallacy to replace bodily.

Dollars to replace rocks.

Savings to scrape up 

only to be able to burry your bones.

So to return to the earth as no one,

but a spec of brown powder,

recycled stardust on an planet

empty of heart.

~ Jessica M. Wilson