I want, I want, I want, I want!
Shhhhh..
For the lesson has been learnt.
My desires must stay hidden
Or be shoved into a midden
Taught that a long time ago
My wants are my need to know
The facade that works best
Is to have nothing to expect
Deep down before below
The line of consciousness I can't go.
I stack them there far enough away
In hopes they won't surface on any day
For if they pop to the surface
They will quickly out pace
My own equanimty of calm stillness
Make me change this my buisness
I'd rather not be chasing moon beams
Changes to all things to make my dreams.
I don't I won't I can't want for all peoples
To change their ways into cultural dissmisals.
My wants are big, my wants are small
Enough said now for that is all.
©wrennie
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