The single answer to each query known

 This is a place where none will ever stay,

since we go down the road on which we rose

the map’s not needed to show us the way.

The path we travel’s easy to expose,

and we don’t reach the objects to bulldoze 

might bring to mind the thought we may transcend 

our ordinary selves. But then things froze,

we all arrive at the same equal end.

We are the actors in an absurd play

scripted by fools whose purpose, we propose,

is to proclaim that they’re another clay

than us onstage who seek to grasp the rose

that rises from our hearts, but none yet knows 

if we’ll meet darkness, yet we all pretend 

to think the rules are broken by our pose.

We all arrive at the same equal end 

by every road at the same point of  day.

If we could strike our rivals on the nose

it would not matter, we can never stay

in a safe garden. No one may oppose 

our onward march, nor that of all our foes,

to the one factor we cannot transcend

 either in poems , or in simple prose:

We all arrive at the same equal end.

Prince of injustice, whom we may suppose

eternal ruler, that you won’t unbend

is the one law that every being knows,

we all arrive at the same equal end.