Intelligence only knows so much.
All these numbers, languages & facts don’t always add up.
If I thought less,
I would admit to my desires.
I would submit to instinct without hesitation, however mercurial my design.
If I thought less,
The quality of my quantity would never even be a question.
I would accept what is, within & without.
My thoughts have got the best of me.
I must let go of all that is black & white tonight.
Everything will change.
The Wandering Mind 