Question

Want to ask you as you may know by now probably irrevocably unsophisticated and responsibly

Is this an act of despair or a act of love?

Or does it really matter now

As the waves are  

 flooding the ocean and the moments multiply incessantly

Does it really matter in this universe?

Wanting to know can be considered a crime in this emptiness of meaning 

Wanting to know the difference attempting to divide and conquer always as if war 

Is not an illusion of ego 

Sentimental innocence attempting to collect the moments

In this dance of dawn…