Sometimes I want things I cannot have
I suppose this is because I am stupid
Who but an idiot would allow themselves
to waste time on impossible dreams
That, at least, seem impostors to me
Perhaps, in fact, it is because I am stupid
That I think what I want can’t be found
My idiocy is not in the wanting but only in the impatient controlling roundabout hunting I do of these possible dreams
Possibly closer to me than they seem
