Knowledge of Curiosity

The end, it floats among us calculating every step, every turn, waiting for the perfect moment to whisk us away. It encircles us, surrounds us, becomes us, and influences what world we shall learn. There will come a time, a day. Shall we wait idly for last breath, replace the trap anew, or live our goal, to pass death, a restriction caused by few? Like an arm too short to grasp the truth, yet the truth be not far away. We belittle our past and, in turn, our time, secrets shall stay that way. I know no ending, I speak no truth. Only thoughts I grant toward thee. Don't force the mending, don't quest for solace. Stay far away from the tree.