Mysteries

If we were meant to know, we would,

All of the planets spelled out, clear,

Every star a new sentence,

The script of life revealed,

Desperation, Earthly possessions,

Harsh winds and deserted lands,

Rebirth in springs, death within winters,

Every cell holds a secret language,

Nothing we were meant to translate,

So, the higher beings are invented,

Knees bleeding, rosemary wounds,

On chests and backs,

To heal the sins and bleed them out,

If it were that simple,

All of the books would spell their words,

We would find what we search for,

Between the lines,

We are trying to find everything out,

I don't think we are meant to, just now