I wish not for a lot things, just few.
All I want for now is an Old Table and a Chair New.
A table that has stood the test of time,
So that it could take the weight of my shoulders and my mind.
A table whose surface is softened by time and stays cold in any season,
So that I could just lay my head down on it, yet be firm as reason.
A chair that is soft and comfortable and that smells of me,
So that I feel at home on it and dream into eternity.
A chair that allows me to recline and notice the wider scheme,
But pulls me back just as easily, as I work towards the next dream.
I wish for this to have an ecosystem, that is truly mine.
And the old and new are not a result of economy, but by design.
So that While I make future, without any clue,
I have the present under my back and the history all on the table, in my view.
I wish not for a lot things, just few.
All I want for now is an Old Table and a Chair New.
