I have no idea.
I am the idea, the thought.
Free flowing desire for love and truth
frequently shadowed by doubt.

Fog is lifting, spreading thin
in a world of beauty no room for doubt
I am in space, floating, thinking
so much noise, and yet there is silence.

Answers are overrated
I can only pursue
a moment not captured by time
sifts through the net of perfect

Let things be
label and fall victim to your box
the walls will crumble only with love
sit still and gaze at the sound of stars.