Sometimes you do something stupid and call it whimsical.
You get stuck on one thing, can't move on and fool yourself that you're "thinking on it".
You take everyday events and things and call it a sign.
Sometimes you want something so much, you confuse infatuation with love.
You want, you take, you spend, and though you're fooled you have everything,
you're left with nothing for yourself.
You take one step forward, two steps back, and stare at the spot where you used to be and wonder:
"Is that really where I want to be?"