There is always something
that passes by our sight
It always poses a question
in the morning, noon, or night
Where do we come from
where are we going still
Will we find answers to creation
or even how to pay our bills
I ride in a car every day
its a mystery just to me
One day we'll find the answers
like climbing out of the tree
Maybe by a benevolent being
passing by our home
Or a flash of cosmic energy
making light where none was before
The answer will always be there
for all is answered in time
Creating a thousand more like it
widening the circle of our mind.
W/By Guy Dan Schuyler
CR: 20 November 2002
Edited: 3 December 2010