Concealed mysteries yet blatantly disclosed

Entities— among us— in skins, disguised

Yet holding sight, essence— itself composed

Of things— we here, at best—only theorize!

 

Perception is vital— from whose eyes, we see

As our decisions are formed by what we perceive

Transformed into our fates— our destiny!

Composed by many things that we do believe

 

Nature herself— so cleverly creates

Yet— often lost to understanding— retrieved

From the very same people that she confiscates

From the life that they themselves once bereaved

 

For oftentimes hidden within our own innate desire

Lies many things— often unknown to our own conscious

That we often later even start to unknowingly conspire

To fulfill our destiny, our forgotten promise