I have to admit that as of late I have been in want of things, Not just superfluous items I’ll use once or twice. The things that I want of are beyond me even. Not trinkets or baubles or anything really. Its unbearable this longing, not really knowing, exactly. What am I wanting?
I want to be wanted, To be missed I want to feel the sun on my face, To live without fear of living to much! I want to dance in the rain, To love without doubt. I want to taste the air! To fear no man,
I want to read every book there is, To give courage to those afraid to want and dream, and smile.
These things I want one can give me.... I search for them However I never seem to be able to hold on to the rush of the things that I want. I think if I only found someone to want them with me, to search and reach and help me, Then I could keep those things. I could want all I want. I would try. Try hard to keep what it is that I want. I guess I could say I know what I’m wanting. I'm only in want of your love.