Sight? Poem? Maybe?

I am not really sure what to call this or even how to describe it.

As we go through life sometimes

We go pass through gates

We sometimes do not know they are there

and when we do know of it's existence

we strive to find step pass those gates and

reach and end as quick as we can.

Some stop and rest for a while.

Others go back and stay there

but some, the rare ones,

the ones that have come to this world

already knowing stay at the beginning

for they know that they have already passed the end.