From the beginning to the end in expansion of history,
Filled with countless moments of hope and misery.
The reason of reality nobody can really say,
Time passes onward nothing to stop it’s way.
Who proposed this tragedy lived from day to day,
Never knowing the end to suddenly display.
From far reaching components seen above to what lies below,
What mysteries in context does one actually know.
Neither reason or technology can define the meaning our being,
Only surmising the objectivity in what we’re seeing.
Who proposed our beginning and our end,
Maybe the invisible wind with its unseen hand.
Many ideas chosen to why we perform on a planet spinning around and around,
Only hypothetical theories to falsely abound