I thought I wanted
to sing.
What I really wanted
was permission
to feel.
I thought I wanted
to act.
What I really wanted
was permission
to be real.
I thought I wanted
to make furniture.
What I really wanted
was permission
to play.
What if Irony is Judging Others for Lacking Empathy?
I thought I wanted
to sing.
What I really wanted
was permission
to feel.
I thought I wanted
to act.
What I really wanted
was permission
to be real.
I thought I wanted
to make furniture.
What I really wanted
was permission
to play.