I love the unknown,
The misty haze of life,
is still to unveil herself.
Where shall I go?
What shall I do?
Whom shall I love?
Whom will break my heart?
Still treasures to be unwrapped.
The Path walk is not,
Carved in stone.
We must always chose,
Which corner to take,
Or which nook we shall shelter in,
Until the clouds clear.
Knowing the unknown will,
Cut the endeavor short.
But sometimes,
It's nice to know how,
The sun,
Will dance across the sky.