What Do I Really Want?

WHAT DO I REALLY WANT? What do I really want? I am not sure I know To go on living? To be remembered after I am dead? To have my work live after I am dead? To be great honored forever? How can I care about such an absurd thing? What do I want really? I don't know And why do I want something more something beyond What I have now? Why can't I simply be happy With what I have and what I have done? And try to live the rest of my life In a happy way as I can? Why do I need so much Something which I really do not know the nature of exactly? So I won't live forever And my work will not live forever And I won't be great And I won't be remembered So what? Aren't I still just a person also? Wouldn't I be happy just to go on as I am now Going on and on and on Without paralyzing sickness I do not know But it seems to me I will die wanting Something I cannot define And regretting I have not reached it.