The Unknown

Dark Whirlpool

The unknown is that,
Which is not set in stone.
The unknown is that
I don’t know.

The unknown then,
Is something unspoken.

The unknown,
Is just trying to be a form.

When there is nothing holding it back,
When there is not a name
Nor a place.

The unknown
Doesn’t know.
It is just a mere thought.

Where then, will these thoughts go?
Dispersed over the seas?
Lost among the trees?
Who knows?

The unknown will be known,
Once you open your eyes.