Admit it
You don’t know
What you want.
You never will.
Even if you did
It wouldn’t
Make you happy.
What you
Truly want
Is so enormous
So expansive
Nothing less
Than All There Is
Will suffice.
Oh, weary traveller
If you seek rest
Set your sights on the
Greatest prey
Of all…
On your
Forgotten
Beloved
Infinitude.