Analogy

The world is the blackness that fills my soul
The presence of it only fuels my goal
To find life's one true standing reason
I wonder why we can't say just death, if it is some form of treason?
How to find what does not wish to be found
Is like making a hill out of a gopher mound
True reason slips away from man kind soundlessly
Its skill in hiding is revealed to be boundlessly
I wonder why we die if we have a reason.
As life slips away closer to its end, season-by-season.
As a tear falls from a young lady's face
We fall also, closer to the end of our life-long race
The empty words hiding from me, burn my soul, with the flames of hell
I could tell you a million ways why I wish it would show itself
A bulging mass, larger than any mountain, hides itself
It isn't easy to find as to find a book:look on the shelf