Unknown Horizons

Constant and yet not so,

the movement is too undefined.

The probable may come true,

but then probable it stays....

 

is it the ecstasy of the unknown,

or the fear of the defined?

what holds back the essence,

oddity is unbound.

 

Does it not surprise?

do no questions raise their ugly head?

how is it that it is yet so peaceful?

There must be a secret untold....

 

Then let not the slumber be broken,

there lies no meaning in it.

Let the words remain unspoken,

there lies peace withtin.