I Want
With things I want
yet cannot have
my life is shot through.
It is the wanting and not having
which instils much of their value.
Dreams, ideals and wishes
tumble like crystal feathers;
falling, smashing, fragmenting and dissolving;
yet what they leave in their wake
is the asphalt dust of life evolving
into something licked by tongues of fire,
alive and kicking, black and blue,
these things I want
yet cannot have
mean less than nothing
if I cannot have you.
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