They say I want too much,
be content with "just right",
otherwise it is a sin;
and I sit here wondering when did I go from wanting enough
to too much?
"Just settle down" they say
and to me that's such an ugly way
to explain adulthood.
To me, that means that I just give up.
I don't expect more but to let life
happen to me.
It means to see others blossom and dream,
while I lay in a 6 by 6 square with just enough.
Who would I be if I just let the waves wash over me?
I want to chase the sea's foam endlessly,
discover each day new entities,
embark each day with me adventures,
always learning never quite finished yet.
Life like a circle always growing exponentially,
we must always explore the same thing with new eyes each new time.
The butterfly does not see the sky the same way the caterpillar did,
so why should we?
I don't want them to say I just "settle down"
because no one should be told to so,
dreams should always be chased,
life should be lived to the fullest,
and I will constantly grow more in love with you,
because to fall in love means that one day I will have to get up,
so I rather learn each day different ways to be in love with you,
to be perpetually mesmerized,
to always want more.