Ode to the Unknown

Reflecting on notions of unseen and unheard

And all of the daydreams that said notions incur.

With possibilities limitless and realities impure

There’s only so much of the factual that one can endure.

Looking forward in time, pressing onward in space

A practical mind is a great thing to waste

For with no view of tomorrow, with “the now” as your base

Life is no more than a race at another man’s pace.

Our imaginations invaluable; great providers of purpose

Foregoing inevitable futures as has-beens, wash-ups and burnouts

For with hope for what’s out there and no room to be nervous

Those aforementioned possibilities materialize at your service.

And where the present allows for the hateful, the regret-ridden

Our mindsets can encourage the compassionate, the love-driven.

We can look forward to our heart’s desire, because all is worthy of forgiving

Oh, great big Unknown, you’re what makes this life worth living.

Author's Note

Not exactly my best work