I'm not in love with what I know,
but am with what I don't and the fact that I can't know.
Not in love with what I see,
but what warms my heart is what I haven't, and long to see.
I'm in love with the mystery I can't solve, and the mere fact it exists.
I'm not in love with what I hear,
but what I haven't and won't ever hear.
Call it pursuit, call it an endless road. I don't know.
And that's what I do love.