Want and Won’t

What is it you seek?

What is it — that thing you look for, obsessively; searching low and high?

For what you want may not be what I get but what I get you will want. A certainty, that.

But I won’t.

For I know what I seek. I have no need for the object in your possession. Not now, at least.

I may want it someday, though, as nothing more than a means to an end. My end.

I am ready to do anything to get what I’m after, more than you can imagine.

Leave no stone unturned and no path untaken — that’s what they say.

That doesn’t get you anywhere.

Leave no stone behind and no path untarnished;

That doesn’t get you nowhere.

One day you might actually reach the end of the journey — the land of your dreams.

And what do you have then? With you, when you are done?

All you have is you. And that which is within you.

So, what is that which is you?

All you are is what you want.

A lobotomized lunatic lolling in languid losses may want nothing; for he cannot want.

So, that is all he is. Nothing. A being who breathes but does not inhale;

sees but does not look; hears but does not listen. Nothing.

What you want is all that you are.

So, to this end I shall sail, through love and lies, dust and days,

I shall wade through, climb, drop and rise to be delivered to the promised land.

And there it shall stand; the end.

But the end, I fear. For there is nowhere to go when all is done.

When you get what you want, what is left to be for.

A good question? Not.

For at every end there is a beginning; a place to depart to once again.

After every thirst is quenched a new dryness is born.

And so, we go.

On and on and on.

Until the day comes, when desires are won’t and days do daunt.

Then, my friend; then we take it all and travel forth –

On that final journey of the conscious mind, heading to be freed from the flush of success

and the sting of defeat.

We sally forth to meet it, brave as men before us and scared — in equal measure.

We march to meet –

The End.