So will I write a poem with no reflection, nothing that will give any direction?

The wind blows loud and shrill outside, the doors they creak, the windows rattle about to break, but yet I feel serene, I dont care about life or where I've been, I'm just wondering WAS there a big bang?, hmmmmmmm,, we all came to be,,, was it a big bang?, hmm or a gang bang?, our Alien creation,, our distant relation?
Were they just bored and decided to create,???,Found this world, decided it was not too late, to recreate,,? Who knows?, are we part alien?,, hmmm or are we just apart?
The greatest minds have never come back, so, there's something that we lack, smart beings?,,, and nothing else, it's all about nothing,, because nothing makes sense!