The Unknown
Creeping along with no where to hide,
All of the goodness is inside.
But what about the rest we keep,
Hidden away, so dark and deep?
No one knows what goes on inside,
Of others, they can only speculate or gossip.
Which burns the soul and leaves us cold,
As our secrets become stories told.
Everything is part of the unknown,
There is more unknown than known.
And so we struggle to understand,
The complexities of our fellow man.
But maybe it's not meant to be known,
Perhaps the mystery is what makes us grown.
So let us embrace the unknown,
And see what the future may have sewn.
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