On a transport to The Moon,
An elder sparked a convo out of the blue,
He told tales of his travels
All around our universe,
Said he remembered times on Earth,
And other things of which I had no clue.
He said “Son, we can’t stay idle”
I asked “why?”,
And he said “haven’t you read the bible?”
I said “no”,
He replied “ its fine, for its all universal”,
I wondered where it all was going,
My patience was running thin.
He said” Son listen, this is all a journey.”
I asked “how so?”,
He said “Son, it was written”
I said “ I heard this statement before”,
But for some reason his words were pure.
I said " I don’t believe you",
He said “Maktub! Elohim, the creator!”
I asked“ If so what am I struggling for?”
He laughed thunderously,
I sourly looked at him.
He said “Pain is the wage of sin”
I couldn’t help but grin at him.