Questioning what I want
Questioning why I think I want what I want.
A togetherness that wasn’t real.
Or at least, it has never been revealed.

Being mad is the result,
while it’s my own demons
I need to consult.

Confronting,
what I always had wanted.
With new possibilities
and new value streams.

That’s much harder than expected.
Especially with you on my mind
whom I prospected.