Treasure Island

Nick Jordan.

(Wimbledon)

Who Knows?


No one really knows
Why we are all here,
Upon this minuscule ball
Within the atmosphere,
What is the point 
Of living and dying?
And the human race to keep multiplying?
Creating fictional boundaries between Heaven and Hell,
In which the after life supposedly dwell,
No one really knows why we exist,
A mystery with an unanswerable  twist,
How did life once start on earth?
Did we just appear or did 'GOD' give birth?
when did man first walk the land?
Will we ever understand?
So many questions left undone,
Unanswered since the dawning of time begun!  
Will we ever really know?
What actually happened all those years ago?

Submitted: Sunday, June 23, 2013
Edited: Sunday, September 15, 2013

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