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