I Don't Know
I Don't Know


Come where we from?
Go, which place do we?
What purpose do we serve, I fail to see.
Being here on soil, come do we and toil,
Thoughts such as curdling,
Ignites my gore to boil.
Set are we to perish,
Why put here are we?
Sleep in earth shall we, what bliss have we!
Have we, but no choice,
We cannot resist,
Answers we have none, no clue exists.
What created the system?
How did it come into being?
How did matter evolve?
What sets breath into walking?
Pleasures above or the heat below,
In which constellation do they exist?
Or in far away galaxies, spinning bright and bold,
Or somewhere in space, some corner dark, so cold.
Or maybe in a dying star,
Turning its wrath into a black hole.
Are they references to the clouds above,
And, the magma boiling down below!
Why can't we see them?
Maybe they're just beliefs!
Or maybe they've been created for,
A sick, dying man's relief.
Peace beyond, I don't know,
But, little had I imagined,
The flock flying past above,
Could make me feel so free, and flow.
Young children dancing around,
Could swell my bosom with joy.
The flag fluttering with charisma, high above,
Could find me lingering with peace.
For patience give I to destiny, less any fear,
The moment of truth for me to bear,
What exists beyond I may see,
And maybe explore the earth once again,
As free as a bird can be.
Or if nothing exists,
Shall be one with eternity.