UNKNOWN (an original poem)

That seed of the unknown
is now fully grown.
The fruits are the facts
that curiosity has no impact.

Truth has left a mark...
the future is forever dark.
No matter the knowledge,
our boundary remains the edge.

Life remains a puzzle...
an unending spiritual tussle.
The thriving of questions;
solutions gone into extinction.

The dictatorial rule of mystery
has forced on us, more than a misery.
Expectations devoid of reasoning...
a meal without necessary seasoning.

The more we sternly stare,
the more truth is laid bare.
The unknown rules the earth
like sino atrial node controls the heart.

@molokwu