Why is it that every time I tell the story,
It sounds so sad?
Why is that every time I look deeply into that soul,
It changes color, slowly deceiving me?
I cannot see the truth,
The light of the universe blinding me,
Not wanting me to know its secret.
Every single time, it goes and changes.
Why does it keep on hiding itself down under,
To the point that you can't see what the world really is?
It's keeping me secrets.
Secrets that are yet to be discovered.
I know that somehow I'll find it out.
And he knows I'll find out about it soon enough.
But why does it hide?
Can he not trust my ability to balance the thought
Of that secret that he has hidden?
He, the universe, is indeed a mysterious being.
He confuses me, to delay me.
He wants me not to seek.
Something greater must be in store of those
Secrets that he keep.
Secrets.
The story goes on, and I may not know yet, why,
But I goal to find out.
I shall go deeper, but I have yet to know how.
It's still a big riddle yet to be solved.
A mystery.
A secret.
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The Unfinished Battle
Puisi"A mind like an endless world of either rainbows or storms." Find yourself looking to the sky thinking about every aspect of your life and what it has been. See a different perspective of you, your world, your universe and everything else. Ex...
