Am I the only one to look up at the sky and wonder
What is beyond the stars yonder
Like a sponge I soak up information
About anything that I can find
Concerning the delicate formation
Of the science between space and time.
Is there something more than us?
Like a superior being righteous and just?
What was it that gave us reality?
What was it that gave us form and personality?
How can we know the right answer?
I look up at the sky and contemplate
Over our life's eternal fate
Is there a life after this
In which we can enjoy?
Or simply turn into dust
Before we can employ
The skills we have learned past and present
If so, we must use them or else we'll regret it.
Sometimes I wish there was more than me
Something that governs reality
I wonder about more worlds than one
I wonder about those who know about us.
Will they ever come?
So was the universe made in seven days
Or was it just a coincidence?
I'm here for a reason
One I must find out
And so every season
This is what I think about.
Can science and religion really be the same,
Maybe different explanations for the same game?
Maybe different versions of the same story,
Maybe different ways of storytelling.
I want to know the answer.
In the end
This is what it comes to
I want to know what's up
But who knows why? Who?
I might be alone in this interminable quest
But to find out for myself is my greatest wish
I will know The Answer.