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