The Stone Indoors Book, #1: Thirty Things

On the table before me are
The things for which I sought,
Or thought I did,
The things I thought I wanted,
Substituted for need,
Yet wondering how they got there.

There were thirty things, there were,
All arrayed in a row by kind,
Or so I thought,
Making sense at that particular moment,
Substituted for need,
Yet completely without order of form.

And so were my days forever,
Among the desires of unattainable things,
Or so I wished,
But those very things brought me down,
Substituted for need,
Yet somehow bringing me to my senses.

Copyright 2014 by Andrew T. Durham