The Directionless Directions . . . .

The confusion of vision,

The thing we say,

The paranoid illusion,

Is showing us the way,

The directionless direction,

To the profound space,

Moving swift without motion,

No more shining face,

No more awkward fashion,

Just a directionless direction,

To the space full of nothing,

With some traces of emotions,

A space where nothing fills everything,

A space within our complex mind,

With some scraps of naked truth,

Large, but somehow hard to find,

Grilled with thought of rising youth,

The directionless direction,

To the space causing everything,

the result of which is this creation,

Which may mean to you nothing...