I Understand That I Must Not Try To Understand

All my worries are thick like the earth-
Jagged and hard, forming the dirt-
All over this beach I see sand-
Just more thoughts forming into unmade plans-

And the curious moth lands in my palm-
And I crush it and watch it smoke in the sun-
Now I feel sorrow, a crutch to my thoughts-
And release my grip on the curious moth-

It still exists, lightly stretching it's wings-
And I try to understand all of these things-
That twirl like a spindle before my two eyes-
And the moth is then crushed, in my hand it dies-

I let go again, and I cannot comprehend-
So I toss the little kite into the wind-
Who whisperes secrets, like she always has-
"Let go of your thoughts, don't try to understand"-



So I fall apart-
Into castles of sand-
Pummeled by the ocean-
And it's healing hand-

And all of my worries are thin like the air-
I try not to think, I try not to care-

I try not to think-
I try not to care-