The Mind

What is beyond this sky,

All things set up so high,

Are they not destined to shine,

Are we blind?

The Mind,

Wonders,

Wanders,

Creates and communicates,

Too many things to figure out to escape.

How de we fully understand the untouchable,

Thoughts,

Opinions,

Educated guesses?

Don't leave a blind eye,

It leads to a tormented mind.

How can I go on daily,

Not knowing what's really above?

It's an artist's nightmare,

The sun, moon, and stars.

Is it a figment of our imagination,

The Mind is an endless lair of questions,

Yet the unknown remains unknown.