It’s All Mine

It wasn’t what I wanted.

In no way was it what I wanted. But I held firmly and demanded it to be mine.

I’m not sure why, other than because I could.

Now I have it. But I still don’t want it. Making it mine made it change. Now I want it like it used to be.

Did I try too hard.
I guess I don’t know a good thing.
Maybe I like the bad.
I don’t know.
I don’t think I ever will.

It just wasn’t what I wanted. Now it’s mine.

[I'm not sure where this came from. I wrote the first part a long time ago and the last part a few minutes ago. And here it is. I did drink a rather large glass of Coca-Cola today. that might explain it.]