I have spent my life,
wanting and wishing,
ever so ambitous.
But no one I know,
has it all,
at the same time.
Likeable family visits,
warm friends nearby,
work you can survive.
Time to do hobbies,
down time alone,
and someone to love.
Love is the kicker,
it poses a challenge,
with it's variables.
Comfort is important,
security is essential,
but a passionless mix.
Lust is the oil,
in an engine of life,
smoothing the rough spots.
But all of those ideas,
get confusing in the mix,
of any relationship.
Settling for too little,
of any one ingredient,
puts the flavour out of flux.
Our mothers told us,
fairy tale romances,
are the stuff of books.
That growing up means,
letting go of romantic,
ideals and aims.
But loving a person,
makes it hard to tell,
if you're not "in love" as well.
Lots of great themes in this essay. You say it is a first Alyson:
You call this a rough draft, I can see that. Several of the verses could be expanded, given a "poetic" spin (let me know when you figure out what that is).
I wouldn't want to have it all at the same time either, you can't enjoy one flavor of ice cream if you put six flavors in your mouth at once. I don't think so, anyway, I haven't tried it.
Ken
My Secret River