Good question, the philosphers say
We were discussing that just yesterday

No answer yet they said with a sigh
Perhaps we'll know as time goes by

Now I am aware of the biological fact
A written genealogy I can easily track

But how came something so small
To grow into manhood and become so tall

Coming gradually into consciousness
Gaining in responsiveness

The union that brought me into being
Was not by design or creative seeing

Just love or passion or some felt need
Something akin to planting a seed

But there's a secret behind the true origin here
We're instruments only though it might not appear

I think I will know just as I die
I came from Him and not from I