Mind In Motion

It is by will I alone , Set my mind into motion , To set free the unknown , Giving life to a notion... Though my thoughts are defined , By each image I spawn , It's the space between lines , And the place that they're born... Nor to see nor to touch , But the presence is there , So "possibly" becomes such , Then appears in thin air... If a thought makes a sound , Is it just in your head , Or once its free is it bound , To the cosmos instead...? Like a ripple as it clones , Every wave in the ocean , It is by will I alone , Set my mind into motion...