Solving the problems of this world may be something I have to let go. I suppose there’s a lot I will have to let go.
I must question, for if not, how can I evolve?
Plan did I, perhaps too much, yet if not, how can one see where one is heading?
If it is destined to be so, then it shall be.
I will be what I ought to be for if not, who am I?
I have fallen in love with The Cosmos and all the possibilities it does hold.