What Comes Next

 

The imponderables fixate us

as we reach out beyond our existence

For some it does not bear thought

Yet it remains a mystery unsolved

We see with clarity of evidence 

our earthly demise

and decay bringing us to nought

Do we possess an indestructable spirit

which continues, but to where

Is there a destination or other dimension

For what purpose would this serve

or for what has our earthly life

amounted to or achieved

We are caught in a conundrum

where the answer speaks of

our finite minds and limited thought

Perhaps there is no answer

Is this a pointless, fruitless escapade

generated out of a cosmic aberration

Are we being orchestrated

groomed or tested

We sit at best bemused of who

we are and why we are here