Seeking Intent

All that about whether or not to
About when, why and which step first
A film of dust, a veneer of doubt
On what is a mind already made up.

Trust and power, wisdom and wine,
Whispers, lies and tick-tock time
Go up in smoke and into the sky
When the image has faded, on come the lights.

Ask her why, if you foresee
An answer you might someday believe.
Sought intent so wrapped up in words
Tear through the layers and nothing's unearthed.