The world presents us with many mysteries
Are we unique among the universe
Are we inheritors of past world legacies
Do we deserve these gifts
Or should we instead find tragedy
Our origins cannot be traced
Our self illusions cannot be erased
Who are we
And why do we exist
What is the purpose
Will existence ever cease
Do we conform
Do we resist
What is the answer
Random chances
Or purpose built
Existence
What have we done
To deserve Eden
What do we do
To restore it
Do we give up
To the march of time
Relentless
Inexorable
It moves
