There are lessons yet to be learnt and mistakes I haven't thought of to be made, but they will come.
Strong and fast I will make memories worth forgetting, but the ones I want to keep won't stay for long.
These thoughts welding with my soul, drifting afloat an ever reaching scenery that I do not recognize.
I question my thoughts they have no answers, if it hangs inconsequential they will start to rot. Creating holes and space no known substance can fix.  

Forever traveling with no end result, I do not ask to know everything, I have no desire to have the knowledge concreting my suspicions that all the mystery has disappeared.
I hope, for it is the only subject I can grasp that makes each day a new beginning.  
I long to concur not wasting a moment pondering anymore the worth of contributing.

Lucious T