A moment after laborers had successfully finished their project
Rockets and the ship, meant to penetrate deep into the cosmos
To be launched into an emptied void, null zone of life in space
Into far reaches of space, no way of understanding the truth
Life was predicated upon an ultimate need for information
Of finding purpose, knowing the face of God or circumstances
Who could ignore the questions or chance to have the proof
Life had become misery with forever asking, why am I here?
Asking, touching, to understand or learn an eternal question
Which left a body riddled with cancer, time for one answer
Who chose my path, no map, and why do I need to know
If life is divine, special, why do we have no ultimate end?
What was the cosmic mystery we needed to understand?
Because whatever the answer, I really need to know
Or my time here on Earth was wasted, in the portents
What if there is no message or purpose, we might find
What if there is no ultimate message to be sent
“The greatest thing in this world is not so much where we stand as
in what direction we are moving.” Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
