The Unknown

It's a poem... No really it is

The Unknown:

It's what fascinates and frightens us. 

The Unknown:

It's what we strive to understand and to explore.

The Unknown:

It's what we fight really hard to avoid and to destroy. 

The Unknown.

 

People say: “The only way to learn is too look inward.”

People say: “The only place to live, is in our homes.”

People say: “The world too big for one man.”

But here I say: “Hark! I will not listen! I will not fear!”

So that I may learn a little, every day

So that I may learn how to live the right way,

So that I can look back and say:

What was there to fear?

Why was I forced to hide?

What was I running from all those years?

There is nothing more beautiful than knowing

It will all be alright.

 

A horizon stands out front, 

And the shadows are behind us. 

Our destiny lays in wait, 

And our past will only haunt us.

There are distant shores,

Which beckon us onward,

There are even shady meadows,

and cool winds that blow.

There is also our bold futures,

They do not move on their own

For we must stride towards them.

The Universe surrounds us,

Shall we hide under our blankets?

Or shall we take a peak?