an instant

I sometimes desperately want
to just not care.
I desperately wish the scaffolding
I built
around the world
was much simpler.

The biggest luxury now
would be to spend the whole night,
eyes fixed on the road,
mindlessly counting the cars,
and lost in thought.

and, yeah, why not say it?
fuelled by strong wines,
glass after glass.

At dawn, for a moment,
before the sun announces itself on the East,
I know the world would appear to be
much simpler,
even for a single instant.

Then my head would be at peace
for an instant.