Something Unknown

Many times I have wandered the world round,
Looking for something
Unknown.
Unfound.
Yet, in my search
I have only found,
The treachery upon all others.
So as I lie amidst the stars,
With the frost upon the cars.
I sit awhile and wonder why,
This world has smothered the others.
The longer I sit,
The more I wonder,
And the more I wonder I realize,
That what we know is who we are
And we know nothing,
‘Cause what we know and who we are
Is not what is to be.

Poem by Calzarm

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