Have, Should, Want, Hope.

I can't help but think of Girl From The North County by Bob Dylan when I think of you.
Then I can't help but think of a bit of Whitman, when he said, "You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor see from the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the spectres in books. You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me. You shall listen to all sides, and filter them through yourself."

So far in this I've evaded all true worth of self projected. Let me see about that part now...

I have sang your anthem before.
I have bordered between a good and a bad man so many times.
I have been, and often am, lost and crying
for a signal light.

I should have taken to books.
I should have believed I was better.
I should know by now my sad, repeating patterns of inconsistent action.
I should have thought about this.

I want, well, to know what I want.
I want sound mind, soft heart.
I want to be at peace with someone through this journey.
I want to be wanted, just the like.

I hope to find answers.
I hope you're not mistaking my meaning.
I hope I'll be successful at the things I love and know.
I hope you'll love me, all the same.