if I delight myself in you, you will give me the desires of my heart.

give me the desires of your heart.  please.

because clearly, i don't even know what to ask for sometimes.

i don't want the desires of someone else's heart.  is someone else's path to greatness my path to obscurity?  am i just a punk for not following my own dreams?  are my own dreams not even real?  is that why they're just dreams?  is what i'm doing just a path to my own dreams?

like...these are real questions that i think about.