If you keep turning pages
There might be something to reveal
If you skip to the end
You might miss what is real.
There is a mystery abound
And if you don't accept it now
There might be that will or want
That will haunt you further down.
It is a light that needs to be lit
It is a path that should it be chose
Could either be that perfect form
Or that black thorn with wilted rose
Great wisdom
Great wisdom