Desire.

It’s a dangerous business,
getting what I want.
How do I know
what that is,
anyway?
How do I know that
what I get
is what I really
want,
and not just what
I think
I want?
Or is it that what
I think
I want
changes, or
does what
I want actually
change, too?

In the end
it’s all just a crapshoot
I suppose:
taking the chance that
something
will fulfill them - those
unspoken,
uncertain, barely
understood
desires.