Questionable Ponders

by Emma

If I do not know then to tell would be untrue,
Fabricated allegiance,
Conspiracy of chance.
If I cannot tell you then words to you
Would define the clarity,
Nor lead the dance.

If I knew what I knew yet still was unsure,
The hazy ponders,
The blackened hole,
No words would explain emotional allure,
The physical depths
Of my creative soul.