I don’t know what I want.

I don’t know what I want.
I don’t know what I need.
The past is there to haunt.
The now will bring me up to speed.

Things are, I guess, pretty good.
Sometimes things are great.
But is this the way we really should?
Or is it already too late?

Now it’s on to something new.
On the rocks, unable to see.
Are the actions really true?
Is this the way that things should be?

I don’t know what I want.
I don’t know what I need.

I wear a darkened mask.
The truth is a daunting task.

Maybe what’s there is now really not.
Maybe all I am is all I ever got.

Maybe it’s just me, maybe it’s in my head.
Maybe it’s not, and a degree of everything is dead.

Maybe I should try to talk.
Maybe I should try to have fun.
Maybe I should slowly walk.
Maybe I should quickly run.

I don’t know what I want.
I don’t know what I need.
The past will always be there to build upon, if I so choose.
The now will always be the past after a moment, so I’ve got nothing to lose.