The unknown.

**in the spirit of halloween, a little food for thought**
*October 27, 2010*

A poem describing the loss of searching for what is unknown in life. A person will never know the future, so time can only be lost counting. People look for life’s secrets everywhere but they never can find them; perhaps they are best found by living in the present. What you are searching for will have always been there all along.

"You’re not real. You’re not real. You’re not real."

"We’re finally here, Esmara. We made it!"

"Hold on!" She said to herself, stopping in her tracks. "Where do I go from here?" "I…I’m lost."

"A…are you alright, Professor?"

"Oh my God… Look what’s happening, Professor!"

Mary turned to look back, startled.

"You mean you wanna go back to that creepy mansion again?"