ready.

I thought that I knew what I wanted
But it turned out that It wasn’t ready for me
It got trampled on a forgotten
And left on a bench
So I put it away
Locked it out of sight
In hopes that one day
I’d be able to bring it back out again
I thought I knew what I wanted
But It turned out that it wasn’t ready for me
It was given attention for a little bit
And made to feel special
But then the novelty wore off
So it sat waiting for promises to be fulfilled
And for actions to back up words
So I put it away
Locked it out of sight
I thought I knew what I wanted
But knew that it wasn’t ready for me
I ignored its touch
And its gentle voice
Disregarded its patience
And persistence
Forgot its name
Walked pass its attention
I thought I knew what I wanted
And it just might be
That I’m not ready