We plan

5 years

10 years

20 years

Into the future.

Mapping out our whole life.

And for what?

It never turns out the way we thought it would.

Little fantasies of the perfect life that God will never give you.

No matter how much you strive for it.

Wrapped up in glossy paper and ribbons, now torn to shreds.

The present inside was a mere pence to what you were expecting.

But we continue on this path of planing

Hoping

Wishing

Thinking somehow

This time

It will work out.

But is doesn't.

Because the future is unknown

Unpredictable

Always changing

Shifting

Farther away from what you had hoped it would be.

Why?

Because this is reality.

And in reality things are hard.

We don't get fairytale endings.

The main characters can die.

At anytime.

Relationships fall apart

Even when they swore forever.

Companies fail.

Jobs are lost.

Even when you have sacrificed family and time for the sake of being a good employee.

People can be cruel and do unspeakable things

For their own gain.

Worlds

Fall apart.

One

Act

At a time.

The assumed promises

Are broken

Easily

Here.

The future

Is the biggest lie

We will ever believe.

Because

We foolishly believe

We will live it.

the black, dark

a dark black hole

blackness fills space and time

the dark unknown

obsidian jewels glimmer then fade

ebony, sleek ebony

shines along the edges of a pit

a pit that fades and reappears with time

when suddenly, there's more

unknown then you thought there was

and then you realise that so little words

can describe so much when

you stare into that big black dark pit hole

of emptiness that you try

to fill with facts that clutter up the space

and add some decor to the listeless walls

but in time, the dark pit hole space black expands

and then you have to keep going

relentlessly poring over textbooks and pages

trying to find websites and people to talk to

trying to learn as much as humanly possible in this life

to try to prepare yourself for what you know lays ahead

to try to prepare yourself for what you think lays ahead

to fill that empty empty so empty and dark black dark pit hole space

a cavernous cavern, and eating up all of your words and knowledge until

when you finally, FINALLY reach the pit,

everything you have ever planned leaves you, and

you don't know what to do.

The Unknown is probably the thing most feared by us humans.

We want to know the outcome of everything BEFORE we endeavor to try it.

Soon to be parents fear losing their unborn child or having one born unhealthy.

We fear death or when we are going to die.

We fear getting married, or divorced.

We fear going to college or getting a new job.

We fear starting a business. Being a business owner, an entrepreneur.

All the things we fear are because they are unknown to us.

You never know if you'll carry a baby to full term. My first grand baby was a month early only weighing 3 pounds, her second child was a week late weighing 9 pounds. Both were healthy, thank goodness, but we feared the whole time, not knowing if delivery would go well or if she would need a C-section.

We don't know when or where we are going to die unless we plan that ourselves. I highly discourage anyone from doing that! It's not worth it. (In case it doesn't work as planned)

We don't know if we will have a successful marriage!

I surely didn't know how I could financially manage life on my own after divorce... Supporting a family.

Going to college can be scary and exciting.

Starting a new job is nerve racking, hoping you get along with the boss, etc.

Being self employed has MANY unknowns! And it's scary as hell! And I fear the unknown often.

Just because we do not know the outcome, let's not allow fear to paralyze us.

Keep on moving, start from scratch and keep on scratching.

Slowly

Eating away the sanity that was so secure just a short time ago.

You don't know whether you'll make it

The unknown

The memories that slowly cut you

The unknown

"Will I have this again"

Each blow

Harder than the first

...and yet each time you stand up.

Only to get knocked down harder

By

...the unknown.

Because your mind is racing

"How can I survive when I don't know what's next"

Living day by day

Survival is a bitch

Because you're told its the right thing to do

Says who?

Everything you planned

Smashed

By the unknown

You sit there broken, wanting to be healed

And still fearing the unknown

"His eyes were unknown

The sweetest unknown I'd ever seen.

They were something I wanted to know.

I wanted to fall deep inside the unknown that was him.

I wanted to know what he hid from everyone else.

Just to know ....... You know?

He slipped through my fingers

And everything I thought I knew

Slipped into the unknown

And I was left knowing nothing."

And if I had just knew nothing or knew everything

My mind might be at ease.

Here I sit again

Halfway in

...into the unknown

1:

You think you know

Thoughts come and go

But what's really known?

Nothing's been shown...

Days go by

And so do lies

You know things die

So why hide?..

Life's a journey

So stop your worry

Don't be in a furry

Until your love is buried...

Love's a phase

That sends you into a daze

Trapped in a maze

For days and days...

But in the end

Your ultimate fate

Is hand in hand

With those you hate.

2:

I've been thinking about you

Don't leave me, unknown

I've always strived to see your shadow against a white wall

Don't leave me, unknown

When the sun rise up above us

When the moon shies off underneath our blankets

We own it, love

Don't leave me alone

I've been thinking about you.

3:

at the end of a hallway

looking out the window at night

there is a sense of coldness seeping through my warm blood

going through me and taking over

under the bed

inside of your head

is there a demon waiting?

lurking through the cover of darkness

stealthily destroying all sense of confidence

where is the light?

i can't find the switch

i'm just reaching out into the dark

a void filled with the unknown

the present is all you know

and maybe some of your past

and your future is all that's unknown

Remember being born,

Exiting Mom’s womb into this world?

Were you concerned about hunger

As you searched for a life giving

Sweet nipple?

Concerned whether she would keep you warm

Or that you might be dropped by Uncle

Or have your neck strained ’cause he didn’t support it

With his other hand?

And that soft spot on top of your head!

Do you remember worrying about

Little sibling pushing on it?

That was the Unknown

Today, you don’t remember,

But it must have happened

'Cause you have a belly button

What is the known?

Very little, actually

Even now, little is known

There are no eyes on the backs of our heads

We know little of who is watching us as we walk

Through the mall or sit in class

Or sleep

Little of what is said about us do we know

Little control

A speck of

What we think reality could,

Might,

Be

The Unknown is infinite,

Without quarrel or debate,

Reason is known,

Easily won argument

Confer, seek intelligence of our kind

Ask her, ask him

None knows, ever has known

Or ever will

Otherwise omniscience

Would be the title won by such a one . . .

Case closed.

At night we sleep; we don’t know

Helplessness is the Unknown

A piece of eternity

Is it eternal sleep?

Speculate, theorize, philosophize

Death is the Unknown.

How far is paradise?

Is there such a thing

Some call heaven, or worse

Hell?

What is it?

Unknown

The Unknown is fear when faced with these

Whether real or imagined.

Yesterday came and we remember little

Today remains the same, tomorrow Unknown

So much of what we know is Unknown!

Unknown . . .

What is going on the other side of the world?

We know most of insect species are Unknown

Most remote places of Cosmos - hidden string theory

Universes existing mathematically feasible

Physicists theory

Still Unknown

Does she love you truly?

Will he love you tomorrow?

Are you sure you know where you’re going?

How much do you know?

Will the knowledge you gain in your lifetime -

Is it transferable?

WHERE, HOW, WHY, WHO, WHEN?

Infants we were

Infants we are

Regardless of time, age or knowledge gained

Infants we remain

Even to wrinkling, dimming and weakening

Of our bodies

I Know someone.

She goes by the name of

Faith.

I Know that

Faith takes good care of her babies