Unknown

The unknown is fear wrapped in a pretty bow

It is the tip of the iceberg, with fire below

There is no right or wrong where you can write your wrongs

The most gut wrenching of all is taking a leap and not knowing if you will fall

Miracles are born with the reception of deception and lines get crossed

The unknown is understood to be misunderstood

Where there are black, white and grey areas to explore

The unknown can lead you to places, people, things and more

With endless possibilites with a road ahead for is what to come

Having you spining, circling, wondering, walking maybe desperate to run