What?

I want to write the haiku in my heart.I don't know, I'm tired and hungryfor something I cannot nameand I want that thing to happenthe thing about the thing.where are we, here there or everywhere?the somewhere where we are going.is that a place?who is the who?and why did he do that?you'll never know.what is time but the movementof seconds on a clock?what is your name but theletters we use to describe your face?Where is the beginning, when does it end?What are you saying?what thing is right?who is it that said that?and why did they love so mucha thing which has no name?they say he is formlessbut so is she, you arealso nothing but the space between things.where are we standing?where should we sit?who made all this up?what is the point?Is nothing really something?Is something nothing at all?who is that makes these decisions?who is the doer?what is being done?Is this a fake life?what is real?who is the owner?who is being owned?what is there to do?what should be done?who am I?who should I be?nina