Who cares What path was taken? What words were spoken? What hearts were broken? Who cares What lies were told? What truths were bold? What beliefs were shaken? Who cares What road was chosen? What mode of transport? Or even what prize was sort? We all end up in the same place with the same certainty and even the same face. We all arrive at different times, we go down with no sound, into a ground, so recently *broken