The Works Of Unknowns - Joy Electric

Have to read patiently

Books from past centuries

Books of those rarely seen

Hidden for ages

Painted walls, protraits drawn of great empires and royal lawns

Tapestries in banquet halls

Vanished from memory

Now there’s nothing left to be shown

The works of unknowns

I divide, multiply

Write what I learn and why

Lecture to younger minds

With sense and reason

I devise formulas with chemical and minerals

Ponder life through telescopes

And question one’s purpose

Now there’s nothing left to be shown

The works of unknowns

Have to be commonly known as one family

Lengthy geneologies of who came before us

Branches of family trees drawn by those after these

Pages, proper histories, lived then forgotten