The universe is a Chinese puzzle;
the more science chips away at its mysteries,
the more mysteries we're left with.
Laws of physics become a catechism,
with every answer posing more questions until,
ultimately, science requires as much a leap of faith
as the one religion asks of us.
It's said to be the greatest mystery.
That no human has ever truly been there,
And been able to come back to tell of it.
That may be true,
But Death is not the greatest mystery.
Because that would be life.
It would be to live.
Because no human knows what the future holds for them,
And while in death they may get their answers,
In life they never will.
Random free-verse thing. Weird maybe, idk.
The sea is a mystery, secrets to unfold
It hides hundreds of stories yet to be told.
The seagulls and the starfish whisper the tales
The ships, yachts and boats raise their sails
The blue waves whisper of the secrets of the deep
Of mountain heights, of pathways steep
The voice of the water is loud and clear
There are many mysteries lying here.