My Own Woman

I thought I could forever be my own woman,

But women are many things

To many people.

I thought I could live alone on Yonge Street

Like classy chainsmoking lawyer women I knew

Needing nothing,

Wanting everything.

I thought I could stay satisfied with what

I had

But now I know

I'll always want more.

It isn't stuff that fills me up

But one can still be a deep reservoir

Of need.