I sit here, waiting for a revilation.
While the world is still filled with complications.

All these un answered questions, lie around on the floor.
Waiting to be answered, for some one to ask more.

Is God real?
What is the meaning of life?
How did we all get here?
Which came first, the chicken or the egg?

We will never know the answer, no matter how deep we dig.
No matter what the question, no matter how big.

And here I sit, and here I shall stay.
For the being of tomorrow, depends on today.

S.