Did our DNA arrive from outer space?
And questions like do we stand alone
Fill our thoughts, as we add to our database
Without knowing any more than we did before
Questions are answered as-if-they're a cornerstone
But then it crumbles before the hourglass breath
Questions roll along like waves on the shore
They break, followed by ten thousand more.
But DNA is so durable it has survived re-entry intact
It has astonishingly survived in dry bones surviving 38,000yrs
So what do you, really know, what are the facts?
When it's your time to go, do you really; believe you know?
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