I oft think of dreaming.
Amid the galaxy of mind
Float my dreams,
Concepts
Questions
Beyond thought.
Understood
Answered
By all
And by none.
How can dreaming
Make the unknown
And non-existent
Normal?
Then why can’t my mind,
Being normal,
Comprehend the nothingness of
Nothing?
How can I think or dream
Without life, or thought
If all ends with naught?
What would I think?
Why must I think?
How did my being
Come into being
If that which exists not
Has no thought?
Though, what
Confuses the confused
The wise, the great and small
Is thinking of never ever
Truly existing at all.
Yet, here and now
I think,
Therefore I am.
So I pray and seek
That I will dream
To forever think.
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