Slippin' Slowly

Dying in bits, Pieces each day... No matter what I try, I don't know what to say... "Reality" is a concept, I find hard to believe, Is there more to it? Or do I self-deceive?? Slippin' slowly Into another world, Mists of time and place, Confuse me so bad, I don't know how to face... The future is past? Time is a joke? The Universe is endless, Matter wears a dark cloak? Dark matter,, dark energy, What is the truth? Guess God is alone, In his ability to know, I don't think that ever, Humanity will grow To the point where the Last question's been asked, The last riddle solved, The Universe and time, Completely dissolved I'm just one little man, Facing the "now" Elusively confused, By why and the how... Not for me to know, Just to wonder the why, Someday I will go, My soul will then fly... This is a matter of faith, Not science concrete, Someday I do hope, God I will meet.