A Trip

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Tomorrow  I   will  take a bus  and  see
Things         that        never        change 
In    that  place where all
People come for changes. 
It  will   take   me  hours  in  that  place
To   find       something     I dont want.
I      never      know     what    I     want 
In     any    place         at                   all.
Things are like chances I have
Countless and slippery.
Music for an afternoon coffee
  Cards for an undelivered address
Clothes for one season
   A cap to hide from open space
A telescope for a probable world
      A bench far from smoke& cigarette
A seat turning away from other passengers
           A plate of Thai food full of American tastes
A book written by a stranger
People   simply   see  a  Miss  passer-by.
I     wonder    why    they     never    stop
coming   into  my  life, a  little      space.
I cant let anybody stay here. They cant
Give  me   what  I  want   but  a  change.
Had any of them filled me,
I would have been home
Peaceful   and   passionless.