Desires don’t belong to us
They come to discuss
The future, and possibility
Underestimating our affinity
We make them ours
Unfulfilled, mood sours
It is given the lead
To let precious time bleed
Desires do not conspire
We do, as the buyer
Using tricks, we play
The game sways our way
Desires push us to become
The projected outcome
We learn as we grow
The art of letting them go