Mystery Man

I'm trying to write down these thoughts but the pencils break

and all i'm looking at is a blank page

My mind screams at me to listen 

Everyone else tells me to forget

Then the man beckons me closer

to feel, to see, to take a peak at what's really real

But when I look there's nothing there but an empty book

He tells me I'm not seeing it right and 

to think in his own light

Oh mystery man, 

please help me to understand

all it is that God has planned

For this maze I'm running has no end

I thought you were my friend



This poem is about: 
Our world


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