Riddle
It is not commonly considered
perhaps because it teases the mind.
I am old now and seasons-withered
yet ‘tis still a mystery I can’t unwind.
Why does anything bother to exist?
Why is there nothing but a void?
Why do universes persist?
Why no answers from Dr. Freud?
But would it matter if we knew?
Would mortality be more suitable?
Would things seem less than askew?
Would we be more immutable?
If perchance you can solve this mystery
kindly do so right away.
Your name will be etched in history
and you’ll be quoted on earth’s last day.
Copyright © Paul Schneiter | Year Posted 2021
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