a friend today
a darling of a wonderful lad
said " I don't know what I want"
abruptly i stuttered
how can it be?
that what anyone wants is not me?
dubious this caused a reaction
a refraction of reculation followed by a brief lapse in my heart in need of respiration
although it's always in my reflection
that I refrain from rendering
all thing upon a time distant from now I find my self recollecting
I became ruidly rambunctious
in my retraction I do not refrain from the pain that leaves most men buried in the shadow of there own pain
to be revered in this way would leave my legacy in of distasteful self loathing ridicule
so I do not fear the pain of my desires but I'm willing and able to face all things that can and may transpire
every thing we want
down to our primal needs
comes with a price
be it naughty
be it nice
some roads are paved with gold
other paths are so clear
that the bare minimum would suffice
what we want are what we feel we are worth
we are not victims of our fortunes
or cursed with bad luck
we just find peace in discomfort
most want money
others want fame
some want to hide thereself from the pain
but those who choose to Love are truly insane
© Christopher j. Jarman