What's up and what's down
That lurks in the shadow
Makes a man giggle or frown
Much less then an echo
The cry to what isn't there
A whisper in the ear
But nothing is seen
That bead of sweat strikes fear
What may not be mean
The knowing is just not at hand
Beware of the sly
The eyes of deceit
The question's not why
When one admits defeat
Then what is the question
Never always bad
But always never good
A paradox fully clad
No one would think it could
It can do what it wants
Be afraid of what it may do
Be glad of what can take place
It's more than just five or three or two
It's more than just in your face
The unknown is everywhere