Even at the top of my lungs
I can’t scream to the Universe
Asking, “What the hell is going on here?”
I was told sound can’t travel in space
Maybe the Universe did so as a joke
Maybe, once we become smart enough
To decide how the Universe has come to be
We’ll shoot a rocket with questions in hand
“Excuse me” We shrike, “I think this is as important as it is to you even me”
But the Universe can’t hear
She’s sound asleep
Without sound she’s lonely
So where all alone from the lack of reply
It’s up to us to find the truth in the sky.