The land of the unknown

 

Struggling to find the perfect place 

 We all take steps single minded 

To find compassion in our hearts

And to be loved the way we desired.

Not a mile or a meter is the land

Of the unknown that every soul ponders

Many desire to spend with their loved ones

The rest wants solitude on its shores.

Struggle and Vanity go hand in hand

To those who dare to go beyond

The realms of imagination that holds

The peace and sorrow within one's own

The lonely soul wanders through the places

Like a river that’s miscellaneous

Yet flowing through all hurdles

Disturbing yet so much admiring.

Through the mountains, to the valley

Kissing every ground from top to below

Caressing every rock and shady tree

That grows nearby the banks of the stream

The origin and end are fixed

The path to tread is mixed

Rushing into the land of unknown

To make itself at peace with the known

Oh my soul! Always pondering for peace

Yet always stuck in the Chaos

Creating and presiding, stuck and stalled

Yet your quest to the unknown stays tall

The quest to the land of the unknown moves

Deeper and deeper to be lost in times

Time that is neither late nor early

Manages to break hearts of the dearly

Ghosts have we become in search of essence

To the vast meaningless of life in Vanity

Life is nothing but a prescribed set of phases

The ones who dare to stay in it often doesn’t follow

New people every phase, new lessons to life

Both pleasant and phobic in the moments of strife

Yet it moves on into the next

To the land and its people of unknown mysteries.

Mature, mature my soul as you grow

Learning and forcing your ways of life

Like a stream cutting through rocks

To the final end we meet on the other side of the shore

The journey continues and echoes through eternity

For the ultimate rest is what we push for

To be what we manage to become

Yet defeating everytime to win one last time

After much exploration and enthusiasm

More fatigues, failures and success

The level of the unknown seems Home

The place where the journey mattered

The people mattered

The moments lived

Home, that was never ours

Left for the next to be occupied,

With memories of us fading through time.

- Joel Jackson

I’ll see you again, but not yet! Not yet!

But for sure in the land of unknown!