I want

A short poem, describing a strange selfishness that comes from having your whole life ahead of you, but feeling you don't have enough time.

I Want

I want to do so many things, with my actions and my words.

I want to have so many lives, that I know cannot all belong to the same person.

 

I want to live in a city, with fast cars and designer clothes. Where I wear shades and grab my coffee as I run to work.

I want to live in the country-side, with three dogs and baggy jumpers. Where I grow my own ingredients and spend my days writing in the stillness.

 

I want to meet extroverted people that want to go to museums, theaters and music concerts, and have hiking adventures.

I want to meet someone who just wants to spend a quiet night in and play video games, reading books and watching movies.

 

I want to wear pretty dresses and braid my hair with floral patterns

I want to wear black lipstick with piercings and heavy boots.

 

I want to be a house wife, with a loving family and a town committee.

I want to own my own business, living alone in my city apartment.

 

I want people to see me as kind, approachable and sweet.

I want people to see me as strong, independent and tenacious.

 

Perhaps, this is why we write stories.

Author's Note

Just a late night poem I was inspired to write! I find poetry can be so therapeutic, and writing this one definitely was!