Reading through some old poetry... this from 2010. Even truer now than when I wrote it.
Weird how our heart plays tricks on our mind
What we thought that we wanted changed over time
The one that you liked not too long ago
Turned out not to be the one that you know
Strange when we think we know what we want
Turns to something different, brought to the front
The one that you thought you could not like at all
Turns out to be the best one of all
What really is important to me?
Finding the answer, that is the key
What I think I want may not be on God's mind
I find my preferences change over time
Perceptions and daydreams shattered by truth
It doesn't hurt quite as much as I had assumed
How can it be what I wanted so bad
Seems not so important as previously had?