My Poem “Threads”

I have always been
a natural detective at heart...
I have always been
appreciative of details -
like the hidden messages
that artists like to weave
within the tapestry of their particular art...
I have always been
an observer of the cosmos...
I have always been of the opinion
that because the universe is so big,
so varied, so full of things
that have happened and will happen
that we will never know,
there is no question that
there is no greater mystery
than that of the endless frontier of space.

Not everything is meant to be known;
however, some people will
always want to know as much
as they can about something
that peaks their curiosity...
not everyone can be known
for who and what they are,
nor for what they represent;
however, everybody can become
naturally synonymous with
certain things and with being a certain way
that, over time, people can become
accidentally famous, or even infamous,
simply by being themselves
and doing what they love to do
so effortlessly.

To some people, everything
is about all appearances...
to some people, actions
echo louder than words...
to some people, when they
make their mark upon the world,
it can be hard for them to differentiate
between what they think of themselves
and what opinion other people have of them...
to some people, when they find out
that the world, the universe,
the reality outside their mind
is different than they thought it was
they find themselves reformulating
their idea of what they know
about themselves, as well as about others,
as they follow the clues left behind
of the remaining, ever-present, threads.

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