we think

we think
we must have it
what it is
we know not
just that
it is needed
like good wine
or pot
in our dreams
we pursue it
in fantasies
too
we believe
if we get it
we'll know what to do
with the lives
we've been given
with time on our hands
with wondering
mind blips
that silence
can't stand

when we find it
and grab it
well
it's not
(it turns out)
what we wanted
not really
more like measles
or gout
so we open our fingers
let it fly
from our palms
seek again
something missing
seek again
something wrong.