Hiding Mysterious Plans Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rising into the knowledge of yesterday, gripping it with wisdom left over from times standing in hallways of enlightenment.
Strange delays hold out as I walk into depths of learning, listening to all formulas of integrity shining onto the darkness of stupidity.
Never losing sight of anything meaning mysterious plans, hiding in the nighttime sky, awaiting the purity of enlightenment as lights glower and shut off.