Without Reason

i'm having a moment, i just want to write, nothing specific, just what comes to mind, no structure, no form, no prose, no poetry, just an outflow of words to express sourceless emotion. my fingers hold solution, to the problem i face, they want to type, want to write what i can't say. there's a rhythm, pick it up, but there is no meter, seek rhyme, find none, for it does not exist.
things in thoughts, people in mind, constantly, consistently, i don't know why, but still it is there. a moment of peace, escape from myself, where thoughts don't harrass, nor thinking dwells. nothing bad, but always there, comes back and back again. i want to know, but can't make sense, can't fall in too deep, hold me back, don't let me fall, i don't want to go there, too much trouble, heart-ache, pain and sorrow. part of me wants to explore, know what's there, but the rest, of me comfortable with where i am, and keep knowing the known, without want of unknown.
give me a reason, give me a rhyme, give me an answer, and then give me time.
give me peace, give me passion, give me hope, without ration
let me breathe, let me see, let me rest, don't let me be
i need an answer, i can't give you my question
you'll know if it is willed to be so.