Unknown
We are going awfully fast,
Heading to nowhere in particular.
Blind folded and underfed of information,
We keep on marching that way and this way.
Taking a few snapshots along the way,
Stopping to rest every once in a while.
Nose first into the unknown realm,
Eyes plotting in last.
Our smiles show no fear,
Our fierce souls stand strong.
But take a step closer,
Far into the orbs of uncertainty lays the truth.
The truth,
Buried under our shredded bills.
Under the useless facts,
And tucked inside our hearts.
The biggest question of all,
Is
What happens next?
+++by anna miller
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LIFE IN POETRY
PoetryDark, cruel & dry-humor. Three adjectives used to describe these poems, following me through my life. If a poem does not make sense, re-read with your mind open. Then if it still does not make sense, read my re-cap of the poem at the end. Enjoy r...
