What Doth Yonder Carry

what doth yonder carry? There was a time When God reigned supreme I covered myself and kept my fasts and in prayers deep begged for the life that lasts... forever life after this great orb God made Life in heaven, near my creator And then one morning My mind too calm, too clear Nothing made sense anymore, at all and yet Nothing made more sense I looked at the past a lesson well learnt I had spent my youth in pursuit of yonder and beyond and today biking by the busy bylanes of Brooklyn reminding myself of my humble place on the small blue dot that floats in space a miniscule traveler on a miniscule grain in a mega universe I let my guard down to sigh and smile and realize I still have no answer what doth yonder carry? Is it the picture perfect utopia that religions rave about? Is it another life on this planet another chance to set things right? Or are these myths and frail figments born of the desperate craving for immortality for another chance yet another tryst to be blessed with the bliss of being alive and young once more? that desperate craving that each mortal shares were those heavens and reincarnations born of? and yet who knows for sure what doth yonder carry?