Posted by EMEKA ODIAMMA on
I started in my youth
Trying to get the world’s mystery plain to me
I had always wanted the truth
On how and why the world came to be
I sought through the world’s history
But I’m yet to find a man
Who has the knowledge to the world’s mystery
To lend me a hand
Why we are here and why the world was born
Nobody can claim he is certain
Maybe we are puppets, Supreme Being’s craft work
Being control behind the heaven’s curtain
Maybe we are here for some unknown reason
Or we are created just for a divine lark
Whenever I thought I was to be clear of the mystery
I will be thrown back into the dark
Why are things not on the same level?
Why is there good and evil?
The reason is above my head
And why should there be death?
Your way might be straight or bend
Your heart is sin or pure
We all must meet the inevitable end
That is for sure