unexpressed demands

How do I express things I do not know?
How do I say what my heart wont show?
Well, how do I breath without command?
How do I accept my unexpressed demands?
These are my questions
I don’t have strait answers
But the path leading to them
Can be shown through the dancer
She moves with a grace that a word cannot pace
If it could, then it would
And the movement would lose its place
So here’s where I show
What I don’t know how to word
If art
      Was
        Concrete,
                      It would lose all that’s heard.
A path needs confusion
A light needs to be found
A heart needs to be broken
To pick itself up off the ground
So how do I express thing I do not know?
My soul guides me blindly and I trust where it goes
And how do I breathe without command?
I understand that silence
                        Has it’s own plan.