When a friend asks me,
"Where do you want to go?"
I give them my answer.
So we go.
When another friend asks me,
"What do you want to do?"
I give them my answer.
So we do.
When I tell a friend,
"I don't care where we go,"
I wait for them to say,
"Neither do I."
But really, of course I care.
When I tell another friend,
"I don't care what we do,"
I wait for the inevitable,
"Neither do I,"
Which just makes me feel unfair.
Because the truth is
I know where I want to go,
I know what I want to do.
But I don't want to be selfish.
Yet deep down inside
I want what I want
Because I know that I want
And it consumes me until finally,
All I can think in the moment is
'Want... I... want.'
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Emanations Of The Heart
PoetryΞ if actions speak louder than words why is the pen mightier than the sword Ξ
