Your problem

Has always been

A problem of freedom

Of too much space

And too much mind

Of too much time

And too much too much too much

No clarity

Without reason

And no focus

Always saying NO because there is no..

Focus!

Give it clarity

Make the reason, to

Read between the stars

To see constellations as concepts

And ask

Who you are?

A star, who crashed here

Centuries ago, before time

With too many options

And too many reasons;

Constants and variables;

Time and time and time.

Without understanding, without

Focus, without concepts; With

Concepts like focus,

It’s difficult to grasp

Too much freedom

Too much time

And too much too much too much

Makes things slippery.

What is your problem? Everything

And nothing at all

Your problem is you

Like the universe you are,

Don’t know

Yourself.