Why is there something, rather than nothing?

Can God exist, in a world full of suffering?

Can it be, stuff just exists?

Is there meaning, when chaos persists?


This unknown knowledge is my deepest desire
Am I weak for seeking a messiah?

Fear of the abyss, picturing the end
Infinite oblivion, death with no end

Completely terrifying in the minds eye
So one may ask, why do I pry?

Live for the moment, not for the morrow
Why fill you head, with unrealised sorrow?

Impossible I say, to ignore it completely
But I mustn’t be consumed and let it defeat me

Look inside for a reason to keep living
Be moral, be kind, keep working and giving

It doesn’t matter what happens at the end
There’s a universe of love in family and friends

Still, my mind wanders to dying alone
That fateful day, will I see a throne?