Journey

Nock first at the door,
The written words at the front,
Non sense non sense,
Do you think everybody knows?

Gone through it,
Perhaps because of light,
Gone through it,
Inspite of knowing no nothing.

Nock first at the door,
Before paying visitation inside it,
Sometimes experience might be taken,
While ones in there,
Nevertheless who is to welcome?

Needs no light,
Because it sometimes involuntary,
In term, who facilitates it?
Naturalness might be,
An aspect to consider,
Communicated not by no one,
Its language is simple to anyone.