Depends,
Who is
Asking the question,
The answerer looks
At the questioner,
Coyly, winking,
Slowly sipping their
Golden drink,
And then a pause
A blink
A look of realization
The truth is,
I don't know what I want
But I know what I don't
And some things I want
I can't have
And some things I don't
I have
But who'll tell me
What it is that I want
And what I can't
Because my world
Is big, infinite
So goddamn massive
And in this darkness
Nobody to guide me
Guide me, tell me
What do I want,
Asks the answerer
To the questioner,
And thus completes the circle
Of frustration.
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