I want.
What?
What’s that I crave?
What will content me?
The sun shines.
Pieces fall into place.
The world – my world – runs in an orderly fashion.
And I’m good.
It doesn’t
and I’m not.
I want.
What?
What’s that I crave?
What will content me?
The sun shines.
Pieces fall into place.
The world – my world – runs in an orderly fashion.
And I’m good.
It doesn’t
and I’m not.