A barrel

A shovel

A pick

And the key,

To all the searching

Everyone goes through

No one knows what they want

So just stay happy,

I throw myself

To the ground

So I can find the key

But there is none,

So I take

The barrel, the shovel, and the pick

So I can try

And be happy,

There is no answer

For when we screw up

And our physical

Form dies

Our existence stops.