Wanting

You know the story
Perhaps the only one, yes
The only one man has ever known
Or ever will...

Finding something one desires
So in private we conspire
To either place it on our shelf
Or make it part of self

Or, perhaps in some rare cases
With some faint traces
In far off places
Or in the comfort of one's mind
When you come to find
That you've been blind

There's something that's different
Something so old, something so new
You want it so bad, that want
In leiu, is proven untrue
So believe me when I say
What I need
Is you