The Unknown
Empty
For what isn't cannot be whole.
The Unknown
The Why, the How, the Who, the When, the Where
The What.
Is it really empty?
For it doesn't yet exist and might never
Or doesn't it mean it's that much more full.
The Possibilities, the Answers, the Hopes
All to be feared
Or to be craved.
Nothing will ever hold more answers than what doesn't yet have one.
To believe that we have the chance to not know yet.
To maybe never know.
So...
Do we fear or do we breathe?
Do we wait or do we make?
Do we stop or do we move?
Do we crave or do we take?
Some questions don't have answers
No matter how many times we ask.
The Unknown is unknowingly... unknown.
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Fickle thoughts
PoetryWise words and deep questions. A collection of poems about all types of universal and timeless questions. These are the 2 am thoughts that keep me from sleeping. These are my words of love, fear, ache, rage and laughter. I share them in the hope of...
