Wanting

What I want I cannot have, for what I want is not to want. My fingers are too intuitively attached to what they hold. My happiness is impulsively dependent on those I love. There are obstacles everywhere for me, many made by myself and others made by the powers that be. My ambitions of the future transcend my abilities. My sanctuaries cannot be embraced in full, for they dismantle themselves on cue to my arrival. My desire is to tango with time, yet there are things I want as mine. This exists in the tango yet a blind eye is turned. Damn my possessions for blinding this eye. Damn my expectations and harsh yearning with respect to my friends. Why must I try to perfect the wondrous imperfection? Why can't I declare failure on all my ambitions with a smile? It is because they are too great. I've extinguished many negative things in my life, but a few things remain that shall hold me to desire. Longing for a different scenario rather than basking in the present one.