Just enough

The trees are white;
the night is bright.
I search the stars;
but see only stars--
no greater purpose,
nothing to discuss,
just emptiness.

It's only a guess,
but it's what I feel,
none of this is real.
There's no great destiny-
it's just me
traveling through the night
in search of what is right.
But, the answers aren't outside.

Everything I seek is inside.
Still, I only sense a void.
Like the stars, of life I am devoid.
Though I have no proof,
I don't think there is truth.
It's just enough to be.
At least, it is for me.

Like the night winds blow
and the moon does glow,
I am simply me
because that's the way I'm meant to be.