This world is a mystery, an amazing dream,
Where all is illusion, not what it seems.
A wondrous adventure, a giant fairytale,
And we are the phenomenon on a huge scale.
Taking it for granted that we exist at all,
Only realising the miracle, when death comes to call.
Flying out of here to the world of thought
A life you have lived, a life you have fought.
The only truth about us, is nothing is known,
As Socrates was often heard to bemoan.
A puzzle to everyone with an inquiring mind,
The fun is in the journey of trying to find.
We are floating in space, how crazy is that,
A magic trick worthy of a rabbit from a hat.
And we are the rabbit, unaware we are the trick,
We comprehend so little, the magician so slick.
Biliions of years taken, to create who you are,
In a blink of an eye, you're with deaths registrar.
At some point from nothing, came a something?
Where did we come from, where are we going?
I think it extraordinary that we even exist.
Our path, no turning back, a secret wishlist.
No-one asked you, would you like to be born,
Would your answer be, yes or no, or I’m torn?
A credit to one of my favourite authors Jostein Gaarder
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 7:01 AM UTC
This world is a mystery, an amazing dream,
Where all is illusion, not what it seems.
A wondrous adventure, a giant fairytale,
And we are the phenomenon on a huge scale.
Taking it for granted that we exist at all,
Only realising the miracle, when death comes to call.
Flying out of here to the world of thought
A life you have lived, a life you have fought.
The only truth about us, is nothing is known,
As Socrates was often heard to bemoan.
A puzzle to everyone with an inquiring mind,
The fun is in the journey of trying to find.
We are floating in space, how crazy is that,
A magic trick worthy of a rabbit from a hat.
And we are the rabbit, unaware we are the trick,
We comprehend so little, the magician so slick.
Biliions of years taken, to create who you are,
In a blink of an eye, you're with deaths registrar.
At some point from nothing, came a something?
Where did we come from, where are we going?
I think it extraordinary that we even exist.
Our path, no turning back, a secret wishlist.
No-one asked you, would you like to be born,
Would your answer be, yes or no, or I’m torn?
A credit to one of my favourite authors Jostein Gaarder
