That, which no one seeks,
Will never be found.
Who will seek for life,
With death all around?
For who will search for answers,
When ignorance is bliss?
Who will want the answers,
When death seals with a kiss?
That, which no one seeks,
Will never be found.
Who will claim the stars,
When they’re on the ground?
Who will ask the questions,
Which no one dares to ask?
And who will look for answers,
Beyond their human mask?
That, which no one seeks,
Will never be found.
Who will seek for light,
With gloom all around?
For life fades so quickly,
And time is not our friend.
It’s said: “Live…Thinking is sickly!”,…
“You don’t matter when you end”.
That which no one seeks,
Will never be found.
Too late,…the soul you seek,…
Is eternally unbound,…
…..Too late,….they can’t be found….
K. Aldaya, 6/20/22
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My Soul is a Lock Without a Key 