This is the second of two poems titled "Insight" I originally thought about merging the two into one but then decided to let them stand on their own.

Ideas come from insight
Leading us down a narrow path
Barefoot loose and fancy free
We’re lost in a moment we need to believe
Cherishing the moment we ramble on by
Over the ledge do we like to fly
Twilight glistens across your face
Illuminating the world we choose to make