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