You, The Unknown

Greatness, I guess is in the hands of the beholder,

I swear, to think we only see it during most of our journey on a one sided affair

But does it have a limit, or do we have this as a bonding hold?

To what we are, what we were, and what our future, will unfold?

For seeing a one sided affair, the journey can be very lonely

To what extent is our existence if our journey ends with no assuring harmony?

A gift, of what expectation, are we giving in the performance of our talents?

A sure fire ego, supplemented with good wellbeing, polishes a daily routine

To not understand our wellbeing, is a test of reality

Thus, a waist of our efforts which brings forth anxiety

A walk with your wellbeing shows new experience in life's personal bonding

Learning new crafts of dynasty on your rewards with pure supplication

Keeping your head up, showing no doubt of a prime masterpiece for what to mention

You show your heart, bring out your paints, and color an artistic realm in your own crafted station

Spine twisted to the unknown, your gift is being told

Your talent was brought forth, now your gift from a great bond of charismatic words unfold

Your greatness is ceased with kind words of another who told

Influenced by your art, which memorized through your existence for a better record is shown

Finding who you are, when you are all alone, is greatness in the land of the unknown

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1. Mia Bey says:

   I like this poem and I also like the last line because I've heard and a saying like that i think that goes when your alone you find out your true character something like that i dont know