An endless mystery lies within
Is it the many lives you’ve lived, concentrated therein?
I see darkness,
I see death,
I also see a likeness about you,
your intriguing depth.
So many forms it takes,
varying in its response to nature,
All it can, it takes,
for itself, for its life, for its nurture.
Have you lived nine lives?
Have you taken plenty nose dives?
I ask, you keep looking at me
with curious intent,
Perhaps you can’t answer?
Or you’d prefer to eat, sleep and be content?