“What do I want?”
“What do we want?”
“When do we want it?”
“What will the prompt be?”
“Because that is how life is when you are having a conversation with yourself!”
“What do I want… what do I really want?
hello? Anybody out there?”
A tumbleweed rolls sedately across my mind, then is gone.
I look at the twenty-fifth letter of the Alphabet
And ask the question: why?
I look at the busy market square
Trying to find Waldo
And the question is: where?
I look at the glass filling up
And the question is: when?
I look at the physician
And the question is: who?
I look at the power output level indicator
And the question is: what?
I look at myself
And the question is: where is the sallow youth of fifteen?
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