What I want,
it doesn't come by
working hard.
It comes so naturally,
or at is supposed to at least.
I would work so hard,
if only I had it.
But it doesn't help.
It's what everyone else has,
it's so irresistible, but
it should come with a warning label.
It seems close,
so close,
I can smell it,
I can hear it,
I can taste it,
I can even see it, but
I can't touch it.
It's just out of reach.
But it's not for me.
It never has been
never will be.
Maybe to some extent,
but not like that.
But I want it so badly,
it become a necessity.
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Thoughts For The Lonesome
PoetryThis is part three of my "thoughts" series. Tale No One (Part 1) Thoughts Before Bed (Part 2) Thoughts for the lonesome (Part 3) No need to read them in order, just read what suits you best. Thanks for reading. Harry
