The Mystery

The mystery There is a mystery that shrouds all real refinement There is a man that speaks quite loud that never hears its complete silence There is a bird that sits inside a cage yet sees the whole world as confinement There is a sun that sets in the west and in the east it is so vibrant There is a train that should be pulling into the station but is it ever reliant There is a ship that’s arriving in the port but does it have my consignment There is a Buddhist that contemplates the universe and its infinite space but does he find true enlightenment There is a star from which we were all born but we are all trapped in this World of a paradoxical congruent