Wanting
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How can I know what I want
When what I wanted yesterday, and yesterweek, and yesteryear
I don’t want so fiercely today?
Will I ever want it that way again?
Or will it slowly dwindle and fade more,
As I join the masses who’ve “lost interest”?
I wonder whether I ever wanted it at all,
Or if I just thought it did,
Or if it was the idea I really wanted.
Even at the top of the highest tree,
A stolen apple turns sour,
And suddenly being up there
Doesn’t feel so cool anymore.
Just a flicker of a light, a sigh, another glance at the clock,
Is enough to set me spiraling:
“Do I really want this?”
“Or do I want to want it?”
“Or do I need to want it?”
About the Contributor
Lauren Nagy, Editor
Lauren is a senior at Freehold High School, eager to be entering her third year as a writer for The Colonial's literary magazine and her second year as an editor. An avid reader, she is also a multi-instrumentalist and enjoys knitting when she can find the time. Despite her place in the Medical Sciences program, she foresees a career in neither medicine nor science - and would rather study English, creative writing, and music in college. If she wrote a novel that one day became a widely beloved classic, that would be pretty nice too.
