I was thinking
(and it is true what they say--
that I think too much).

Thinking about the things
that happen,
things we become;
things we would never have dreamt
when we were
back in the beginning,
so bent on moving
into those complicated dreams.

You get to a point where,
familiar with the turn of this wheel,
you dance with habit,
and begin to rely
more what will happen
than on what you do.

And I wonder if you will someday
stop rattling the walls of your life
to find in the quiet
the girl
who just didn’t come.