Sometimes the thing we want most
is the furthest off to come.
And the desire of retrieving that goal,
Is left as but yet, a dream.
We can wish and hope and pray.
But still end up empty-handed.
They say beggars can't be choosers;
Yet I choose not to beg.
Belief runs through my veins,
and fortune pumps my blood.
My indecisive head screams
To my inadquate heart.
Quit trying.
Stop believing.
Do not continue to have faith.
My lungs left incoherent..
Whisper harmoniously and certain;
Not today.
Sometimes we aren't happy with what we have.
We take such things for granted.
I have this and I have that..
But I don't have you.
-Kati Phelps. February 28, 2011
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