The never changing End

The sky changes,

Into so many beautiful pieces of colours,

Each so dazzling,

That only wordless silence could describe the peace they brought unknowingly.

A heart that is kept shut with secrets,

A soul that bends in the warmth of the stars on a cold night,

Both sought that mysterious peace that calmed them.

A world filled with a rat race,

Rushing and pushing one another,

Only if they knew death was the trophy,

Waiting for them at the finish line,

Instead of a race, it would have been a journey.

A journey in which they would hug death peacefully in the end,

At last, both found peace, that calming peace they sought for.

The end didn't change,

But the story did,

And so do you.