sometimes, we all wonder

I wonder if there is only one word
I could utter before I could die
What would it be for me?
What would it be for you for me?

I wonder if I wonder too much
I know I would have not if I would not
What would I not speak, of you?
What would I know?

Yet,

I would not know if I would have known
less I know a little too much
What would I gain for knowing?
What would I lose if not?

I could only wonder if
I would only utter
what you want me to, or
what I would want myself do.

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