The Unknown
The unknown is like a blank jigsaw,
Solving a puzzle with no picture.
The world is full of mysterious riddles,
One that doesn’t offer a roadmap.
We rely on our logical judgement,
Guiding us through the maze of life.
Destiny can lead to any path,
As fear creeps up in the soul.
Live in the present mind frame,
While preparing for the unclear trail.
Copyright © Michael Lomonaco | Year Posted 2016
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