People want things from me
This incredible group of people
They want me to mediate
To laugh
To help them with x, y, and z
They want me to come with them
Pulling me in different directions constantly
People want things from me
All the time
Because I'm the "center"
The "sun in the solar system"
Sort of in charge of all these people I can't control
The one who's stuck with drama and with
Each and every one of you
I love you all
But it's a lot
And people
Are constantly
Wanting things
From me
I showed my grandmother my keyboard
she took six years' of lessons when she was younger.
Her fingers found the keys -
she could still read -
just enough
just a little.
I pulled out my flute-piano duet book
You cared;
I tried to.
You did;
I thought I did.
I wanted so badly
to be a character in my books
and to feel longing
to feel needing
to feel love and to
be loved
The thing is,
I can't get over it.
It sticks in my memory
unforgettable
and I want it
but I know it was just
subconscious dreamland.
It was old
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