Alone I wonder, with thought I give
A figment in this vast universe
Assigned a life
which we can choose to live
And make good of what is not rehearsed

All things must be true
The actions that we do
Our sight is a vision of what we see
We hear with our ears
those things that might be
Can all of this be a part of me?
And how do I fit in?

I ponder at how our minds can grasp
the thoughts of which we dwell on
And conjure up creations past
and pitfalls that we fell on

All things must be real
The emotions that we feel
Our mind is a mass of knowledge stored
Our mouths ask questions of our Lord
Please don't let them go ignored
Somehow I must fit in

What will happen when we die?
Will our lifeless minds just cease?
I guess life's one big puzzle
And me? I'm just a piece

All things are what they are
They must be, for we have come this far
Ours is not to wonder why
How we'll live or when we'll die
Just LIVE and do your best to try
to let your peace fit in.