I wonder what it feels like
To really know what you want.

I spend countless hours,
Wishing and waiting
For things I think I want.
Things that would make me happy;
Or so I think.

When the things I wish and wait for
Actually come around,
I find myself pushing it away
Because it isn't really what I wanted.

I waited all this time,
Just for stuff I ended up not really wanting.

The problem is,
It is what I want
How it is in my dreams
But that's not how life works.

And now I am back to not knowing
What it quite is that I think would make me happy.
And I'm left here with the thought of,
That maybe there is nothing that really can.