We perform our act and then we

Go away.

But to where do we go when the light

No longer shines

Behind?

So many questions with answers

So few

The never-ending quest for the elusive

Clue

And the ones who know the answer

To the question of

Concern

Have no way to reveal what it is

They’ve learned.

For wherever it is that they

May now dwell

Whether it be heaven or possibly

Hell

There seems to be no way

To ever come

Back

Rather than

Fact.

01/11/2004