Volition

Volition

You never get it do you

when the night is old

and the bed is cold

and the spray from the negligent sea

is blown all over

this quiet bitch of a town

silent as the skies at sundown

it never visits you

when the house is one

and the day is done

and the heart has been cleared of chores

second house and children

it never comes to you at night

you'll never get it

will you

that there is a being that aches

and keeps you close

a thing

that keeps evolving

while anchored and moored

in the past

the time you came here last

that moves

on your every effortless motion

and without you

cannot move with volition at all

you never get that do you