Mystery, Mystery

Mystery, Mystery
by dan ankers

Mystery, Mystery
Grace of history
No one knows the face of this story
All who claim to, have an agenda
Pulling tricks, like The Flying Wallenda's

I myself disgrace these theories
Since, from birth, they've been aimed at me clearly
Injured by some and dodging many others
I'm weary from fighting deceitful "brothers"
"Sisters" too
I want to start over
Shiny and new

The first place to start
Begins with this mystery
Embracing myself
And my place in this history

And by not reacting to the past
We create anew, society at last

Others will come and attempt to coerce us
Snakes in the grass, intending to charm us
Not with an apple, or the promise of knowledge
But with the concept, of comfort and solace
All the while, their intention is power

Others too, will claim to have answers
Assuring that knowledge is their sole advancement
Born in the pits of relentless sorrow
Their only advancement is the rape of tomorrow
Distilling wonder into beakers and numbers
They've lost the fact that our mystery calls

Still others will come, with eternal answers
Stealing our mystery with placating cancers
Telling us that our perceptions deceive us completely
Stealing our thoughts and emotions
Washing them and giving them back in vague potions
Power is their motive as well, but fear is also
The lesson they sell

I urge you to avoid these common pitfalls
That is all

Embrace yourself
Embrace your life
Embrace the mystery
Your place in history