Why am I here on planet earth? I'll never know, for what it's worth. A tiny dot in outer space, one member of the human race.

Infinite miles and no one there? I sometimes look and stand and stare. I see the stars light up the sky, I do not know the reason why.

Are we alone on our small sphere, does someone know that we are here? What is the point of what we do, I'd like to hear your point of view.

Where does it end and what's beyond, I wish I had a magic wand. Is there a place where our souls go, I'm not sure that I want to know.

Can we not see what's in plain view, is there a point to me and you? Is there a mist before our eyes, so we can't see through the disguise.

Are we just pawns in some great plot or live and die is just our lot? Then do we go beyond our sight, and head out to the starry light.

So many cleverer than me have looked so hard but couldn't see. Maybe we have to wait to die to see if then we'll learn to fly.

Our universe is just the start, the little dots put on our chart.

Strange galaxies we'll never see. do they look up and dream of me?

Jan Millward©