Wednesday, March 9, 2011

What use is it to want?

I want to go to exciting places.
Become familiar with unknown faces.
I want to smell the ambient of a whole new life.
I want to venture, I want to explore, I want inspiration,
I want something more than unmeasurable deprivation.
I want to see the sunrise in Quebec.
I want to feel the sunset in Ha Giang.
I want to hear foreign voices,
I want an unforgettable conversation with a stranger.
I want to dance barefoot in a forest,
run around incognito through a desert.
I want to plant Grandiflora's in a park,
kiss a lover conspicuously in the dark.
I want to build novelty with my hands,
and offer refuge in my heart.
Oh, such self-proclaimed desire!
Oh, such torrent dismay!
yet I want, I want, I want.

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