Turning the pages

Learning each day

What was mysterious

Makes sense in its way

Beginning to know

What I didn't before

Striving to go

Where thoughts are unsure

Mystical happenings

Turn thoughts out of line

It's almost peaceful

Yet nothing is fine

Wanting to find

What once was taboo

Out of my mind

Yet enjoying it too

A/N: Any given poem I write is about 90 percent inspiration. This one was probably leaning toward 99 percent. I'm really not sure where it came from, or why my confused brain would think of it, but here you are. It doesn't quite apply to me, but maybe someone else will find more meaning in this. There is one part of this that I do agree with however. I believe that we continue to learn more about ourselves and others every day, which might be the lone thought that this sprung from.