The Unknown Journey
Hustle in the streets, where the streets don't sleep. Man chases coins with souls buried deep. Running so fast from dawn till night, To fill the plates and to keep the light. In endless hustle they've lost their way, Forgetting the dawn when they used to pray. Their feet keeps moving but the path's unclear, The final destination is lost in fear. For all the riches he may gain, Can't heal his soul caught in this chain. For in the end the journey's true, It's not in the gold, but in the soul's view. So pause and breathe and feel the grace, reconnect with the one in a holy place.