I don’t want to
be
oblivious unaware unneeded;
bliss is not….
underground behind bars and
hidden from
view…
happiness is not…
beneath the surface lost
in translation or
otherwise
occupied…
I don’t want to  be known for
not wanting for not
seeing for not
knowing when
seeing wanting knowing are
there and there and there and
there…
I don’t want to stumble
past the truth
but have it
in me
always…but
the truth is not created made fabricated
grown…nurtured…
it is. Simply. Completely…
and is something
I don’t want
to ever
not
want.