I wish to not wish

I wish to be freed from my humanity
I wish I could be non more than a vessel for ponder
I want to write freely through my own will
I don't want to be a slave to my fodder

I wish I won't want
I wish I won't wish
I don't want to need
I just wish to think

trapped in an endless cycle
urge after urge, need after four
I want not to be stuck here anymore
I wish I could escape to a realm of wonder
where no needs are present, so I could finally ponder

What are we at the end of the day?
Dolls for our minds? Or prisons for the same?
We are just a culmination of matter animated in such a way
that makes us hunger