10/26/10

Mystery
By Peter Thorington


There’s a mystery in all of us
A locked box that always requires a key
The desire to find that key is all knowing
Like an infants desire to find out all new things in life
But at times, one needs to accept that a mystery will remain a mystery
Why is someone the way he or she is?
Why does someone’s world feel as though it could revolve around someone else’s?

New mysteries are stumbled upon as the boy stumbled on his
Your life is different than his
There are aspects that he will envy that you have
Like the wish to change ones life
But this was a want of more than just an aspect
It was stronger, overriding all power to think, concentrate or control some motions of my
Life
It was a wish that held the chances of winning the powerball
It was wanting you and the wish for the ability to have it

Your mystery involved a high
A happiness of rare quality but longed to maintain once obtained
In your smile, he saw himself and every shining object that came from it
If you love something, you need to love it for what it is
For everything that it is
The flaws and mistakes must be overlooked or else your conclusion of your emotions is
Flawed in itself
Sneaking into your room at five in the morning
When all else could have come to mind, you were lost in his mind
The mystery about what he didn’t know and what he could
The feeling struck to his stomach of wonder and chill when he looked at you
A passion and endearment when he kissed you

Your life, he saw in his and on came another mystery of how to get it that way
The strength and will to show you how he feels is a mystery in a box with the
Impulse of you unearthing the key to it
Found but what lie inside was a new life, one possibly better or worse
Than what you had
Life can always change; it can always be in someone else’s eyes
His life changed, it was in your eyes
An opportunity that would not be sacrificed for anything in the world
You acquired a heart that someone else somewhere might love
But he chose you, his heart remains your, stays yours
It was a lighthouse waiting for the vessel to return from its excursion at sea

Unhappy? No. Mad? No. His feelings lie where you left them.
Lost in waters of interaction, waiting for his vessel to return.
Much can be discovered in waiting, like finding something new as your waiting for your
“High”, your love
But until then, until that moment, his heart is where you left it.

What do you find in life? Who do you find? Waiting doesn’t mean you stop
You just simple go on with life with hope that something lost will return


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