Maybe It Was, Maybe It Is, Maybe It Will Be

From the depths, came the primordial ooze. It was something. We didn’t get to choose. It took a strange form. That we didn’t know. Maybe it even, started to glow. So, eons later, we are here today. Or, were we molded out of some clay? So, just what did it take, for life to form? It’s so unique, and out of the norm. It’s only for sure, that no one knows. Or do you suspect, or do you suppose. That by some miracle. Life came to be. It’s what makes up, that’s you and me. If that’s the case, there’s a deity above. That maybe you, should start to love. So, when you die, if you believe. Then maybe he, will hear you grieve.