To see, or not to see, that is the problem;
Whether 'tis easier in this life to suffer
Life that is full of hope
Has many of God's folk,
Life that is full of troubles,
May be fraught with transient bubbles.
I wonder as I ponder the wild blue yonder,
Why I squander my thoughts and dreams.
Can it be that my memory span is too short,
That it can't take the load and must abort?
What is life? Full of strife!
Does woe keep you on the go;
Or does it drive you low?
Do dreams go with teens?
Isn't it striking to think of our universe
As a structure that is not diverse?
There are climate, ecology,
solar energy and biology,
Search our soul's sincere desires,
Save us from our doubts and fears,