…for what, exactly?
One day you wish for tulips
The next its climbing volcanoes
Another it’s lazing with cabernet
Maybe seeing the skylines from above
How dare you even try wish for love?

I once read that if you truly want something
You need to make space for it to have being
Space for it to grow, nurture, breathe
Maybe I misunderstood what that was
Maybe leaving myself empty wasn’t the answer
Maybe not trying to fill it with busy thoughts  
Maybe not quieting my hopes, wants, dreams.

Oh simple mind, how easily you’re mistaken
You want the tulips, hydrangeas, lilies
Yet also the mountains, waterfalls, trees
And the comforting embrace of a home
Didn’t you learn, my dear?
You can’t have it all

I think I exist in a place called a dream
Born there, grown up in a daydream
In a place where fairytales take heed
I hear the sound of quacking ducks, and geese
Maybe its my refuge to seek comfort in
A world that exists only in my mind
Alice in wonderland, no wonder you were kind.

But whether it’s a fallacy in my mind
Or something that unfolds in this dimension
I’ll accept the insanity if it brings me there
I gleefully accept that any day over
The mediocrity they try to feed me
You see, the thing is,
I still believe.

I still believe its out there
I still believe my love is mine to give
And one day I’ll receive it too
Without sacrificing the lilies
Nor the mountains and tulips
Should that drive me to insanity
I happily accept the calamity.

I’ll keep waiting
I’ll keep believing
I’ll keep giving
Most of all,
I’ll keep loving.