What is in there, and everywhere?

Going forward, we crave glancing to the reverse,
for whatever purpose, made diverse
by our own mistakes, regrets and choices.
Yet we can still recall nothing but events and voices.

So, where are we then, when we realize
a powerful truth that substantiates all as lies;
the voices and sounds masked everything
that made it all worthwhile and everlasting?

In all of us are entire universes, immense planes,
yet to be set foot upon (though this may not be any
necessity, for the mind is elaborate, and, perhaps,
may not be viewed by any but your own timely lapse).

Even if caution should be taken in our actions,
many things in life are meant to be turned by a thin blind.
Like the setting sun, or perhaps a grand hallucination,
they are best left for our eyes rather than the mind.