Eight-line Poems

Aimless

Aimless

Give me a ticket to anywhere -
I’ll see where it is once I’m there;
I need to ride upon the rails,
it’s either that or go by mail.

I’m not designed to be a parcel,
you’d not fit in my metatarsals;
it’s not that I need to get away,
but here is not where I want to stay.


Line count: 8
Rhymed aabb
For Express It In Eight, 04.16.23
Prompt: Write an aimless poem.