There isn’t a single- I don’t know

In what lies within

But when my head explains…

It jumbles up and becomes waste

That which I thought was sacred

Do I know my very desire,

What I aspire

Does it unfold naturally – inexplicably

Is it an enigma

That captivates my soul into a surrender

But I am not able to understand

What I value in me-

That is so incalculable

My math is equaled to nothing

Something more than what I may decipher

Do I know nothing?

Or is it just a question of trust

In what affection have I slept in?

In what devotion have I counted on

What dedication considered my soul- to rest

Am I committed to: I know

That now, I am quite sure I don’t know.

A single…star of existence

Exist in me- captured in the picture of my life

I can either say "let it be there"

Or with a scope range all its possibilities

And then you say: It's all up to me.

But I don't know.