Does it ever occur to you,
That you are such a strange made thing?
A being conscious of being whom
He is, and what, where and when.
Then, the creature spoke to other
Asking for a peace of community,
Piercing earths lonesome presence
With a ray of what, and wherefore.
Yet some continuous life sits,
In the held in existing it,
That lives the day and goes on,
No matter the other worlds flaws.