Wonder.

I take a deep breath and I wonder,
If it's me or them.
If what I imagine,
The idealistic image,
Would not be so,
Regardless.
That I should halt my sadness,
My dreaming mind,
And take the gold dust in the dirt.
Yet I ache for her.
Ache when it isn't what I'd want it to be.
When it's less than what she deserves.
I take a deep breath and I wonder,
If this is how it's meant to be,
To make her who's she's meant to be.
I take a deep breath and I wonder.