The Great Mystery

We are fascinated

With the unknown

The unseen

That which we know is real

But have no way to prove it


Maybe the unknown

Does not want to be known


Maybe what is a mystery

Wants to remain a mystery


Maybe the mystery

Wants to be left alone

Shrouded in darkness



We tear at her veil

Uncovering her every secret

Bringing to light all that she is


Yet we still remain

Mystified by her