Mysteries of Their Minds

You would never know by how they look:
the story, the time, and the era they're in.
Close your eyes and try to imagine.
but you can't. Maybe you can try to see,
but you would never know the battles waging within.
Maybe, just maybe, they are doing what you are.
Imagine, try. but no.
How can we possibly see, the thoughts
and anxieties, inside?
Sometimes you will see it, the pain,
the love, the joy, the fear--
but others in disguise.
So many days and many nights,
mysteries of their minds.
You wonder, seek, and knock,
but not all will give you the key.
Never will you truly find
their purely beautiful mind.

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