I want to feel, I want to know.

I want to love, I want to grow.

I want to beam, I want to glow.

Yet in the summer, I want snow.

We are never satisfied, and all we do is want.

The wants never work, they just sit and rot.

If you want, you have to do.

Yet we often don't see it through.

If you want to feel

If you want to know

If you want to love

If you want to grow

You have to do.