Unknown

The grief of the loss is superb
Deep dive into the life. The searching is of death
Responses that doesn't exist
Questions that never resist

Unblessed explanations to everything
Before a temple of search that arises over nothing
Legions of mere followers
Explain me what you search for since you don’t convince yourself anymore

Perhaps the pain you feel inside me
Or anything your eyes reach
Since the loss is inevitable
And every start is an end someone begins

So the end is the sentence
(If certainty is what afflicts you)
The unique real destination known
(Your grief will be continual)
The end a dream or hopeless?

From relief of uncertainty to agony of ignorance