I'm not in Kansas anymore

Kansas,
Off my radar,
Off my sight line,
Off,
Population unknown to me,
Life transpires without me,
A Name,

Frances,
Another name,
Another word,
Another
Person once known to me,
Lives a life without me,
A Person,

Meanings in the meaningless,
Humanity's projection of a worthiness,
What is the purpose,
Purposes,
Life continues to beckon,
Yet unwilling to satisfy,

We crave,
We seek,
A cosmic joke,
A futile effort,
Just a thought,
Just a name,
Just,

Throw it out the window,
Toss it aside,
Would it matter,
Maybe yes,
Maybe no,
Does that matter,
Perhaps,
With no real purpose,
With nothing concrete,
Concrete as Kansas,
Concrete as Frances,

I am in Kansas,
Walking down the yellow brick road,
Hoping to see the wizard,
Holding on a thought,
What lies at the end of the path,
Is but Kansas,
We've grown,
Yet yield no fruit,
Just a thought,
Just a dream,
Just.

Poem by Paul Kwo