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.