The Nice Unknown
Past the veil of certainty’s embrace,
The place shadows dance and mysteries intertwine,
Lies the huge expanse, the uncharted area,
The Nice Unknown—each enemy and shrine.
We stand upon the sting of what we all know,
Our toes planted agency on acquainted floor,
But whispers name, a stressed undertow,
To hunt what lies the place silence has no sound.
The celebrities, although brilliant, are strangers to our gaze,
Their secrets and techniques cloaked in gentle we can’t maintain.
The ocean’s depths, the hearth’s everlasting blaze,
Guard truths too historical, too immense, too daring.
Is worry the gatekeeper of this unusual land,
Or braveness the important thing that turns the lock apart?
Can we shrink again, trembling, at its demand,
Or step boldly forth, with marvel as our information?
The Nice Unknown isn’t a void to flee,
However a canvas huge, awaiting strokes of fireplace.
It’s the query that calls for we see,
The spark that lights creation’s grand want.
To worry it’s to worry the breath of life,
To shun the dance of chaos and of change.
To embrace it’s to wield the sculptor’s knife,
To carve from chaos varieties each wild and unusual.
For within the Unknown lies infinity,
The boundless realm the place risk is born.
It’s the mirror of our future,
The crucible the place hope and doubt are sworn.
So allow us to journey, hearts and minds aflame,
Into the depths the place shadows meet the sunshine.
Although paths are unusual and none can stake a declare,
The Nice Unknown is ours to face—and battle.
For in its silence, fact begins to bloom,
In its darkness, stars ignite the night time.
The Unknown isn’t oblivion’s tomb,
However the womb of marvel, countless and infinite.
