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
and where are we going still
Will we find the answer to creation
or even how to pay our bills
I ride in a car most every day
but a mystery it is to me
So one day someone will find the answers
like when climbed down from a tree
Maybe it was some benevolent being
passing by on their way home
Or a flash of cosmic energy
that gave us brightness where none was before
The answers will always be there
for each one is answered in turn
Creating a thousand more like it
enlarging the circle to explore.