High Above

What is it about Life that has us all baffled?

There must be an answer somewhere, out there

In this vast Universe full of wandering souls.

I fear that one day, when the world stands still,

Once more, everything we’ve ever dreamed of

Will come crashing down.  A rockslide of emotions

That will tumble with a thunderous crash!  Mixed

With the rubbish that we call our past.  What is

Truly the will of the Gods that stare down upon

Us, as if we were ants milling about our daily business?

I dare think not a thing, for they just might read

My thoughts and cast me out to Oblivion’s Gates.

(c) 2003 A Riddle