I want things I can’t have;
Things that are more than physical,
more than emotional,
more than possible.
I want things I know I deserve
things so easily attainable
I’ve convinced myself they’re only
Dreams that I’ll try to step up to
but instead place aside
[with] other things I’ll get to
dull with memory, and dusty with time.
Seems I caught my Catch 22
and wrapped it up in chains.
But it got in my things and now they’re unfree too;
Peace and harmony, happiness and balance –
tied up – limbo of circumstance…
And now I want the things I can have
– but don’t.