Echoes of a mystery deluge my mind.
My eyes wavering, aching to define.
This mystery, aware its ignited my eye.
I ache because it’s like I look to the sky.
The beauty, the ache, remedy formed of pain.
It’s made to be yearned for, following till I attain.

The thoughts impending always miscarry.
My view feels strangled and unvaried.
Floundered, forced to labor for its light.
Until known, sanity, sense won’t reunite.
Am I to know easily? As it’s already changed my soul.
like an enigma changing people through the mystifying of its goal.

I shall choose to pursue, even if to never know.
Let my ending be with it. However, it chooses so.