Death

For something most important

We seem to forget

Our end

Yet we go on escapades for what?

To end or is it a purpose beyond

The beyond sees and dares us to look in

The unknown or is it?

Death is a part of life

Yet we don't and won't know the truth

The truth is not simple

Death haunts us

It's our end, why wouldn't we fear it

But is that truly just our emotions

Is death truly the end or is it a begining

It's unknown

But have hope

One day we might outlive death

And as humans we will find out the truth

So the unknown will always be known

As death