It’s a question they sticks out in this universe of mine
What do you want?
On par with The Question
The Question being the important question
This one sticking out like a sore thumb
And I don’t know
Impossibilities aside
Yes even if I’m still loving him 24 hours a day
I don’t know
Endless guinea pigs?
See but that’s impossible again
Wanting impossible things just makes me sad
Knowing it will always remain a dream I see night and day
I am troubled
What to want on this planet of not enough for some people and too much for others?
Sometimes I want to pick a fight with the people who stare at me
I’m not even wearing my arm thingies or my contacts
I guess I just want to know what they’re thinking
I wish I could make something of all this
Something
I want to be something other than unknown
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