Desires - a little steamy; a little unwavering.

At times my discreet inner desires conflicts with my modest desire to live.
Slightly fancier, a bit kinkier; it rests beside the gateway of my dreams,
from where my life is suppose to begin. I'm wedged in between.

I feel life a little controlled by me. Even if I believe I’ve the stern, my boat is steered and dragged away by the waves;
duly unknowing its path.

Tapping along the tides I go nowhere. I can’t understand why I can’t be me?

Why I’m always been like a grim-faced tart who split his ice lollies on the ground?
Why shouldn’t I be bold enough to control my wicked mind which is stealing away my grace?

Is a sitting lame duck is me? Sometimes I do feel the same.

How I could appease two desires at once? How would I know which one will eventually take me to the road I desire?
Is this tricky extended game itself is life? Is the same happening to all of us?

Desires - a little steamy; a little unwavering, propels our life. still we don't get almost half of the halves we desired?
yet we get something. And we live on.
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