Vulgarism of life

What do you want to do?
You told me, whatever I chose to do
I must not be aimless.
You told me not to romanticize life too,
that I must not strive to the hypothetical.
You told me not to be satisfied with ease,
I must not feel loved by the unloving.
You told me to believe in my dreams,
but that I must not hang onto them.
What do you want to do?
I want to be happy,
I want it all.
I want the delirium,
I want to fall.
The question wasn't what do you want to be.