What will we find?
In this tangled web we call life
Too many secrets to hold
Endless questions
Answers bestowed
Too many words have been said
In them
We weaved this confusing web
Unable to think on our own
We follow a path
That leads us to unknowns
It begs some questions
Are we really alone?
Don't speak
Just listen;
and you'll hear
all the answers
will soon be clear.

© 2012 Christina Jackson