I will

I think so often we are obsessed with knowing.
What is it? Is it this or that?

Endless figuring.

Maybe its all of it, taking turns that make absolutely no sense.

Maybe it would feel so much better sometimes, to be carried.

Maybe that’s what we long for

It’s all of it

Its black and white and grey and rainbow and it changes a lot.

Its uncatchable and also lives in a cage sometimes.

sense makes it and it does not make sense

so what

It is and it isnt

you can have fun endlessly searching

I don’t fucking want to know

I just trust in each moment

I will