I don't know what I want

I yearn for the touch of simplicity
From a stranger of strange purity.
Yet again, I rile myself up,
Only to find a disappointing drop.

I don't know what I want.
Want from what?
I don't know.
Why do you want to know?
I just do.
You say "You're comflicted!"
Well that's an understatement!
                                             I'm a walking contradiction!
That's obvious.
Thanks.
You're welcome.
But I still don't know what I want.