I do not give up going to that place
That place of so so many places
Of many seashores
And many mountains
Of many fertile fields
And many baron deserts
I do not give up asking questions
Questions mostly of myself
Why do I choose to go there
Why do I need to go there
What do I hope to gather by going there
What do I hope to give you by going there
And, if as I hear
You want for nothing
What might that gift of
Nothing consist of
Do you honestly want to know nothing
Of my thoughts
Do you seriously want to know nothing
Of my actions
Is there truly nothing in my imagination
To interest you
Is there then nothing in my firmament
To convince you
