I Have These Needs
There is a fantasy life that lives with our dreams,
we imagine so little of our egos need screams
yet in the morning I find myself constantly yearning,
one might after years what’s this we are learning.
I tried one time, when the summer air was hot
only to discover that my needs well they’re not.
I wonder if desire is an acquired taste that sours
when even in a moment, we feel these lonely hours.
I once knew a time where desire and passion rampant
controlled our world, left me sated and impatient.
That’s one thing certainly while the skies remain
holding the same candor, the moon laughs in rain
I want to believe this is part of what we need to achieve
yet I fear that my actions may lend me to grieve.
but only for awhile, because we all know true waking days,
we often discover we have been holding back our mores.