Mystery we find sometimes by accident,
Sometimes as simple as where the keys went.
Mystery shows a state of life,
Wondering why the time went is full of strife.
Mystery, a key to wonderous thoughts,
how did we get here … who knows?
Mystery begins a process of unknown,
confusing what will happen as we get done.
Mystery opens a mind closed to dreams,
but closes a mind to other things.
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