What I Have I Want

Dire times are a cause for glee in exceeding measures

At least with proper perspective.

I've cried at times I felt I couldn't be engulfed within my pleasures

And found happiness is subjective.

With magic words indifferent if audible i art my life 

even if unintentional.

Forming absurd inference over if I ought to have such strife

Walking straight toward what I always want most, ever so one dimensional.