What do i get from where im going.
What rewards do i receive from showing.
Do we go joyful with no shame.
Or will it always be the same.
I have forgotten until the present.
In this dark tomb i make my desent.
Where ill end up with no choice is hard to tell.
Like falling forever down a ice cold water well.
If i end up like all of the others.
Were always being guided and replaced by the voice of anothers.
Change is practical in our thoughts.
Yet we stand by as our home rotts.