Lost and Found

The universe is a wondrous place and it’s easy to get lost in.

You see,

Inspiration is what you seek,

But it cannot be sought.

Akin to finding a pin in a haystack,

You’d spend all your time looking for rigor,

When the greater bounty is hovering over you waiting for you to look up.

You ask where my inspiration comes from,

I say my unconscious mind.

It has the least “common sense.”

It is wide open and free to imagine all the possible wonders of life.

There I can be lost,

And found.