i remember driving there

so clearly

with the twists and the turns

and the cliffs not far off

holding and dragging

and lifting

like a mule…

kept going

and pushing

in hopes

of a chance

that never came.

but man,

was it beautiful.

its the closest i get to opportunity

you know,

stuff like that.

so i get these memories of feelings and views

and knowledge

of individuals

and of chores.

and even know how

that most people dont possess,,,

but beyond that,

theres nothing else.

ever.

and i sit penniless

and opportunitiless

without a hope

of ever being,,

all the while

storing

troves

of endless information

and ability

with no use

whatsoever.