Is life a mystery?
Or a truth we already know.
Just one we refuse to acknowledge.
Because it does get confusing sometimes.
Like how we,
To a certain extent,
Can envision the end of an experience.
Or the begining of a journey.
It does seem like a known truth.
Yes.
We try and try.
To change a perceived truth.
Some we conquer.
Some we fail.
But yet, we try again.
There are times when,
We have nothing new to learn.
Would life be considered mysterious then?
Or an unacknowledged truth.
Our persistence foolhardiness.
Some might call courage.
Maybe, just maybe.
We can consider life.
As a mixture of known and unknowns.
With admittedly the unknown
Being the majority.
Or is it?
-CyKeD
A witty, philosophical reflection nice penned down with clarity of thought and mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely one