The Beauty of Mystery

Yet another page
In yet another book
The start of yet another chapter
Or maybe yet again the same
That had not yet been finished

Though I'd like to think it does,
It serves no goal or purpose
Which is why I keep getting stuck
In the middle of myself

Then my thoughts are kind of troubled
And my wishes not so clear
Then the path that lies before me
I no longer hold so dear
As I thought I always would,
Never thought I really could,
Everyone else said I should

Now the vision of the future
I was so sure of before
Feels more like a distant prophecy
Drawn forth from ancient lore.

And in all that seems uncertain
I reach for the heavy curtain
Which will choose to rise or fall
And know destiny of all

So starts yet another chapter
And yet another phase
Of the journey of humanity
Through life's amazing maze