Life is a little mystery, no one can explain.
No matter how hard they try, it is all in vane.
'Cause there's always someone who wants to prove you wrong,
And they always believe, but not for long.
God didn't create this mystery for us to break,
For us to understand and for someone else to hate.
We were meant to believe,
Not as a scientist meant to achieve.
You're supposed to enjoy wondering what this might be like,
You're supposed to love not knowing, you're supposed to be psyched.
And if someone tries to force their thought,
Ask them if God wants this to be sought.
For life should be a mystery, not knowing what is now,
No one figuring out what's happening or how.