Why can’t I have everything I want?

I don’t want much.

I have a truck but what about love?
I’m a good dad but I miss NYC.

A skateboard,
and writing for a living,
good music
but not even a borrowed muse.

Trusted ones and punishers,
I am both and not
by Karma not existing.

The fog is lifted
and I just want forever.

I don’t need to be rich;
all I need is poetry,
music in any form,
and to sometimes be
the little spoon.