We don’t always get what we want

We think we know what we want
Yet we are ever so preoccupied with what we don’t want
We seek out what we desire with colored perception
Always looking out for what we suspect
So that when we are entertained by the very nightmare that haunts us
We are wounded and embittered and judging
We forget that we created what we were given
That we didn’t get what we wanted not because life cheated
But because we only get what we put in
We do not get what we want, we get only what we expect