When awareness first awoke Midst of void, unknown Who am I? What am I? Where am I? Why am I? How did I? The questions flowed
In the pitch of monochrome The unknown couldn't be known In the non dimentional void Existence couldn't be shown How to then reconcile What awareness thirsts' Found itself, the primal seed Creation yet to come, forth n burst.
Who am I, the question roiled? No knowledge had yet foothold How to define itself and all No definition had yet been caused What am I, as a follow through? Matter/energy yet to be formed Who and what now left aside Leading to an obvious chide
Where am I, on a universal plane? Looking outside of oneself Void in all directions No depth, no sense of scale How to account for ones measure? In the absence of beginning's source No form, no function yet unfurled Creation has yet to form its course
Why am I, struggles on? The primal seed, excepted not How did I, equally baffling? Answers not, where questions form What caused creation into existence Forcing original seed to explode It's desire, that played the joke The enabler, of all that unfold-ed