the heart wants

what the heart wants

screams your inner child in a mall

in a world of desires you’re lost

 

this restlessness which you

mistake for ambition

this discomfort

defines your position

 

pushing you into areas

you don’t recognize

changing you in ways

you’ve always desired

 

there must be something here for you

that you can’t live without

searching your purse for the courage

you hope you haven’t lost