The Answer

He awoke in the depths surrounded by the dark,
Narrow and winding was the path;
He looked the other way, but to his dismay,
The path was all he had.

The cave was deep and dark as could be,
Burdened with memories and scars.
The answer lies at the end of the path,
The answer that brought him this far.

As he travelled deeper into the abyss,
He was ridden with problems and struggles.
He wished to turn to a being with power,
One who could destroy all his troubles.
But as he saw time tick by the hour,
More trammels he faced in the tunnel.
With no sight or sound, his doubts towered,
A thought came to him amongst the rubble;

"Does this supreme power even exist?"

Irresolute, he decided to keep moving ahead,
But seized by fatigue and hunger,
He sat down in the chasm, but he could barely fathom
A corpse in front ripped asunder.

A carcass lay in front of him
Feasted upon by the vicious beasts.
He thought about the misfortune of prey
Scurried for fear of the beasts unleashed,
Through no one fault thrown into the fray;
And though the hunter wills for his feast,
The law of hunger they must obey.
And the thoughts in his mind together pieced;

"Do we have the will to act, or are we all just destiny's tryst?"

He journeyed on with these doubts in mind,
To bear witness to simple and strange.
He felt he drew nearer to the end,
But suddenly things began to change.

The voices came to him from every direction,
He knew there was none but him.
He began to see impossible things.
To his logic, it all seemed grim.
Memories of his journey came recurring,
And his mind was filled to the rim.
Like blooming flowers in spring,
The question burst out from within;

"Was reality even real, or from the truth did I desist?"

Burdened with these doubts in mind,
He had no choice but to march on.
Then in the black night, he saw to his delight
The door towards he was drawn.

The door concealed behind it a light,
That answer he searched for with all his might.
He opened the door after his struggles and labor,
And laid eyes on what lay inside the chamber.
What he saw inside could not be unseen,
The truth that slipped in the lines between,
The truth that was by the silence spelt,
He entered to find only himself.