Enough with the nudging!

Enough with the pesters!

Who are you to decide with whom I shall spend my time –

With whom I shall be?

To whom I shall give all my melting hugs and kisses in exchange for a momentary escape…

I am in my own little world – full of wondrous thoughts, full of dreams:

Full of self-driven yet still selfless plans of who I want to be…

For I still have myself to figure out, though there are will come those times –

Times when I want to seek out: to look up, to reach out and call over –

But still.

Still I have to do it myself, yet do not be fooled:

For you see, that is the guise at which we are gazing upon the heavens, its mystical design…

You think you get to decide but appear not to by these pushes and nudges –

Pushing and nudging me in the right direction,

Pestering me along the way –

But you don't get to decide as much as I want to,

And yet I don't either –

Not as much as I would like, or as how much as fate allows.

If it happens, it happens.

Who am I to deny fate –

To defy destiny?

Only fate will decide how it will work out in the end –

Though I can agree my beginning should have been more enjoyed in that sense.

I'm on my own looking but from afar

For someone to return my longing, melting kisses,

Around whom I shall wrap my arms tightly and never let me go.