Can this really be the end?
So much I've searched for that's still not there
Is this the end of the story I am
With so many unanswered questions, bare
Out where, my friend, out where
Someone or thing out there must know
Will I ever know their plan?
Why I was part of this puppet show
How can you look for something
Unknown, un-shapen vaguely tease
I listen for a sound, a knock
but only hear an unseen breeze
I'm looking for someone
but I'm not quite sure who
Just an empty vacant want
with unease that fills anew
What is it that I need
that I don't already possess
But driven on I go with
no concrete notion of success
what it is I seek, if only just
a glimpse of some cause or goal
sacred or profane, it matters not
More ignorance than knowledge fills my soul
Can this be all there ever is?
Now and then happy on some random day
For no matter what I find
Eventually I lose along the way
And how quietly calming is the end
with nothing left I once held dear
Can this really be the end
Quietly resigned to faith or fear
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