What Makes Me Tick

Over thinking is explosive But what is it that makes me tick? Is it the clouds, the grass, the trees? Nature's beauty that clicks and click It inspires my art and turns my soul The thing that keeps me young and whole Again i ask, what is it that makes me tick? Is it the sound of music? Or the candle's wick? Something nice and soothing but rapid and quick My mind is a world of constant adventure Always moving and thinking A place to venture Once more i question, what is it that makes me tick? Its my thrill for life My heartache, my blunder My passion, my wonder And of course life itself The mystery of not knowing But always hoping.