I need. I want.

Breathing in the sweet night air,
Filling my lungs with the stars' light,
I couldn't look away from them,
Even if I tried,
Even if I wanted,
And I don't want.  
I need. I want.  
I need air. I want peace.  
To need something is to need something.  
There is no space left to want it.  
Wanting something can be so much more.
It can be personal; it can be driven.  
There can be all the passion in the world for it.  
So no,
I don't need to touch the stars with my gaze.  
I want to.