Freud asked ‘what do they want?’
As if they really know.
As if a simple forthright answer,
would somehow satisfy….
As if any man or woman really could…
somehow articulate a feeling, an answer, an emotion, a witty retort, an assertion, that might provide peace and resolution.
Resolution to what? Well the only unanswered question I know. And resolve a question that cannot be answered by mere mortals such as me.
Or by Freud. Or by her. Or even God?
Or perhaps His plan all along was to
keep us searching and asking and
attempting in our meager, limited way,
to answer; to satisfy the question…
What does she want?
Perhaps the answer is in the asking.