mystery is said to be a gift of the gods
unpredictability taken to be the spice of life
the unknown pulls us into its tempting snare
and disdain granted to anything we can predict
I won't argue with millennia of wisdom
nor claim that clairvoyance shall be our redemption
all I seek are the blueprints of destiny
and the ciphered motives behind these creatures of habit
mislead me not,ye grand darkness
nor shield the patterns of the universe from my curious mind
all I request is that you shed a little light on tomorrow
for only then can I sleep at night
teach me your ways that I may learn
what makes you tick;your raison d'etre
malicious schemes no longer hold my interest
all I want is to understand you better
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