Our Limited Understanding Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

We are limited in conceptual understanding as human beings.
Things will exist both while were here, and once were gone.
Change will occur not of our choosing or of our liking,
but simply because it is time.
As if destiny will forever be a footnote on the evolutionary latter.
Is being outside the window so different then inside?
How do we decide, with our eyes?
Are we sheltered or shielded from some alien or foreign truth?
Of course we are it just a question of how deep the rabbit holes goes.
And once we take the plunge into depths unknown their will be no going back.
Regrets are a folly of the possibly of an alternate ending.
But how do we truly know how it will end?
Is their compass leading us to this magnetic north?
A course set to travel through time, unwavering?
The great magician speaks of illusions not being disillusioned.
So for what mirage are we weeping for?
Of what love and heart ache have we mistaken?
As robert frost called one of his poems it is the road not taken.