My mind wrestles itself
It wonders like a molten magna
It is hunted by ignorance
It is worried and in search of certainty
It is terrified by the external silence of these infinite spaces
It is an empty sage, a thinker of nothing
Many things unknown
Many question to ask
Many problems not solved
My existence a lion’s den
Complicated reality, a crown of thorns
Transcendental belief, a confusion catalyst
World views are but just a black mirror
Will I ever know?
A question yet unknown…
