the strange tune and humming the strange song,
I walk with questions and puzzles,
Trying to find and place a piece at a time,
I quiet the din and the chime.
What's with the desire for vagueness?
Unknown shines bright and intrigues,
I fall for its charm time and again,
Almost like a natural streak.
How would it be to stick to the safe?
Living with fewer questions for sure,
Uncomplicated and unentangled,
And without the nameless lure.
Destiny has its way, they say
Maybe vagueness is guiding
mine, in carving it's way!