Desire
Life is a complicated thing, it's difficult to know sometimes what it is that I want. When I dig deep I find the answers and then I go back to ignoring them. I hide from my own desires even though I'm aware of them, I keep them just out of reach on the edge of my perception always.
When it comes down to it I guess I'm just scared of what I want. And so I come to the core of the matter and I find that a large part of me must like being miserable or alone (most of the time, both).
I guess we dilly and dally on the wayside for most of our lives, ignoring what it is we truly want. Then by the time we finally realise, or at least admit the truth to ourselves of what we want, it's usually either too late or we're too old to get it.
I suppose it's never easy to finally abandon that fear of chasing our dreams or desires.
