Mystery

Just a long shot
But have you got it figured out
Who you are
Where you come from
Where you’re going
To say you do is other worldly
The existentialists constant dilemma
What right do you have to your absolutes
He would say with absolute assurance
Yet he has no assurance at all
His conviction is grounded on sinking sand
Like his thoughts trapped in a finite bowl
Sinking to the bottom with no room for mystery
Within all knowledge lies mystery
The mystery of not knowing all there is to know
Yet being certain of what you do know
To take you deeper in.

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