Breathe a little, Live a little, Yearn a little, Burn a little

Yes, I wanted a white picket fenceBeside a pretty little garden so sweetWith honeysuckle and rosemary and jasmine bloomsA darling little cottage full of dreams.I’d read about them in books I foundWith tales of castles, dragons and geniesI wanted those too, just as muchFabulous hidden treasures and enticing distant journeys.I didn’t know what it took…