The Unknown

This is a poem I wrote several years ago about the unknown

The unknown is out there,
calling us to look upon it,
willing us to head its way,
begging us to discover it,
yet we are afraid
to find the truth
the unknown.
How can you stare
at something so close,
yet so far away
knowing it is within your grasp.
Still you do nothing to inch closer
making the dream, the unknown
become a reality.
Can you hear it calling,
singing softly in your ear,
inticing you to draw nearer
until you are there?
But you turn back
away from the dream
away from the unknown.