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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