Jupiter's Eyes

Why must my busy mind meld my life so?

Be it such a curse,

to grow an opinion

on the wildest daydream

I had ever imagined?

Be it insane

to then, write a book

on the physically studied world

which I had began?

Maybe

when my spirit rebirths

through the eye of my inner being,

I will be a moth;

Free

as the energy

that I am.