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.