Static

My mind is so emphatic.

I have exactly what I wanted,

But nothing that I want.

I have exactly what I needed,

But I'm so unsatisfied.

I am defiantly undaunted,

But I can feel the haunt.

I have desperately conceded,

But it's swiftly been denied.

If I ask for what I want, I will lose all

I have.

Is what I have worth fighting for

To keep?

If I slip or trip, then I will surely fall

Asleep.

Is what I want worth fighting for

To lose?

I'll live my life and watch my hopes and daydreams float away

Across the sea as I stand there hopeless on the bay.

I wish, I wish, I really do, that they had time to stay,

But it's better off for all of us that they be cast away.

My body is so static.