Sometimes

"May no fate willfully misunderstand me
And half grant what I wish and snatch me away
Not to return. Earth's the right place for love:
I don't know where it's likely to go better. . 
: Birches, Robert Frost 

Sometimes I don't want to think, or do or be as this essence;
I want to be more, lighter, brighter, freer.

Sometimes this body is too heavy, this world too solid
The feet too firm against the ground, the body too needy.

Sometimes desire means too much, longings too strong
Words too real, the imagination glutted.

Sometimes the journey means too much, the destination blurred.