I think I know

 

I think I know.

I think I know so many things when in fact I know nothing.

What might be, or come to be is hidden along the way. 

Those secret loves once known turn out to be pipe dreams! Mere imitations of reality.

And only by letting them go do I make room for the real dream. 

I must be brave. And bold! 

I must let go without hesitation because what is mine will always find me

Unless I hide from it among the wishes and wants of a controlling mind.

I think I know.

And what I know is that no one knows.