It doesn't interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for,
if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love,
for your dreams,
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow,
if you have been opened by life's betrayals
or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain,
mine or your own,
without moving to hide it, fade it, or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy,
mine or your own;
if you can dance with wildness and let ecstasy
fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us to be careful,
be realistic,
or to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true.
I want to know if you can disappoint another
to be true to yourself;
if you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.

I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore be trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty
even when it is not pretty everyday,
and if you can source your life on the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon.

It doesn't interest me to know where you live
or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair,
weary and bruised to the bone,
and think a positive thought.

It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not run off.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.....

I Wanna Know - Joe