A rhythm in the distance to remind one of the mission.
The journey is long and unsure.
Not sure of what to find.
Not being able to ask and find out of what lies ahead.
Bleeding will not stop unless aided.
Same happens in life.
For in death, no one can tell of its tales.
It is something all beings must pass from but no one lives after experiencing death.
The knife falls and anchors its blade into the ground, it is now one with the earth.
One finds peace when the lock is opened and whatever lies inside is accepted.
But alas, the key is of wrong build..could it be that this lock is not one's own?
