Only when others want it

 Deep within you are warm
The fantasy that keeps you up at night
A photo popping in
A portrait on the wall

Warmth soaks through up in and down
You get caught in the mundane hours
shame at your own pondering
The what ifs flickering like backroom lights

You were on the cusp of standing up for your feelings
Now pack them all back into a cupboard
somewhere you won't ansy up to check
Out on the street the pavement absorbs the warmth

You pretend it's your heart
You pretend you are beyond
Now it's my turn to laugh
Because it's warm in here

But that's not relevant
You've never had depth
And down here there's so much space
Yet it's so full.

But you are beyond that
Trends feed those routine meals
Passing wants and whims fulfilled
Fomo only when others want this thing