In my mind is a blank piece of paper.
Paper filled with many words.
Words that erase as each sentence forms.
Forms in seconds, forgotten in seconds.
Seconds of treasured thoughts.
Thoughts that dance of me and you.
You as a complicated jigsaw puzzle.
Puzzle that makes no sense.
Sense of right for the wrong reason.
Reason, after reason, that is all.
All I know is, I know nothing.