Wants

I don't know how to let go. I am supposed to crate my dreams in a bubble and send them out for the universe to create for me, to let them live and breathe, grow, bloom into amazing clarity and reality.
I hold them tight, they are precious to me. I mold and re-mold, change their shapes, try to train them to do my bidding, tell them: This is how you will deliver. This is how it will happen.
I have to set them free from my chains of pervasive desire so I can escape from my gaping pit of need; transcend from I Want..to I Have.