'Who Could Dream?' A Poem
I could use more sleep. A man with dreams needs sleep.
Who Could Dream?
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OUTER SPACE, Inner Thoughts
Who could dream of worlds hung with out a string,
invisible, untouchable holding everything?
Who planted all this life in the infinity of space,
where we analyze the species, and classify our race?
When did it all begin, when we define our clock,
by the spinning that goes on as we ride around this rock?
How can we find the answers, when we argue who to ask?
We science all the "hows," but the "whys" we can't unmask.
We're criticized for religion, philosophy some can 't grasp.
If there's no God, there's no purpose in our tasks.
If we're simply a reaction, empty atoms in a space,
then I see no reason for morality in this place.
Survival of the fittest, we sacrifice so weaker live?
Is it just science, or is there more to give?
Could we have a soul, a deeper reason for this life?
Or is it just mental and I imagine wrong and right?
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