Just what is the reason for anything at all, why are we here
Is chaos our father, circumstance our mother, hope too late
Can we be beings of intellect, but without purpose or reason
Did chance create a future destiny, are we the victims of fate
Life has mysteries, false hopes, and a constant fear of wrath
I don't know, whatever IQ, I wonder constantly these origins
Children of the atom, generations born from logic and a path
Children of the Gods while Heaven, Asgard or Elysium wait
I don't know, all I can do is hope
