Listening to: Aqualung

So if the world is made of omens, and directions and a god, i'll follow; I've followed, and taken notes and..asked.

Then what you ask for is given, and you laugh and smile to yourself, never imagining it would come true. And when you have it.. Huh. What is it about humans that make us wander, and look for the best that life has to offer. Who are we to judge what is the best we should have? That what is gifted to us, is not as precious as its gift wrapped lustre?

What is it that makes us continually look back; what is it that makes us crave, and wonder about what we could have had?

How bereft do we have to be, to truly want what we have?