posted on Oct, 13 2005 @ 02:03 PM
I write poems
of places most unknown.
So many questions,
a million unknown
The questions all but one seek.
They try and try to sneak a peak,
sneak and sneak
as they might,
the answer beyond their sight,
and so they go
always wanting to know,
But, the answers they seek,
they already can speak,
for unto them are all things known.
So until that day
they shall seek those that known
their unknowns,
Hoping to make
the unknowns
known
by putting everything at stake.
oh, if only they knew
truth is as sly as a snake.