Wants and Needs

I want, I want says the little boy
Filling jars with his favorite toys
Age and wisdom become his friends
Teaching with pain and inner reflections

Days collect like rain forming oceans
One which he remembers to visits often
For inside lay his greatest fears
Things he's overcome over the years

Burdens and heartbreaks like bulbs shattered
His heart grows, stronger, but never harder
Frail is how his was meant to be
Breaking chains and ropes, setting him free

I want, I want he says no more
Instead a deep understanding slowly grows
Dried is the ink written by destiny
Now he waits for whats meant patiently

- rome