Mysterious
They call it mysterious
You can see it in their faces lit
Viral messages infected by a curved slit
Curing the state of a depressed wit
Viral voices leaving through a practiced lip.
They call it delirious
We can hear it in the scribble-scratch
A pencil giving birth to words that hatch
Bringing life to curious eyes that at meaning snatch.
But we call it mysterious
The yearning stare into the distant sky
The yearning oppressed under the mental shy
The learning gaze in the student’s eye
The learning of people to seldom apply
The deeper meaning found in the answer of “why?”
And we ask emptiness this with our deepest cry
And it says “love is mysterious”
In its empty reply.
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