Humanity
The quest of humanity is unsolved
The humanity of life has evolved
We lose our loved ones each day
We decay to bones and our colors turn grey
Flushed of everything, why does it end?
Where do we start and how do we mend?
So many questions left un-answered
So many answers left un-questioned
But there's no fun in knowing all
It takes climbing something, to have the courage to fall.
A quest is nothing more than a mystery waiting to be discovered
It's up to you to undo the locks, leaving it uncovered.
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