Snapped Into Existence

Snapped into existence, so they say, A timeless force, no birth, no decay. Yet here I sit, this curious soul, Chasing questions I can’t control. Sometimes my wondering goes too deep, A rabbit hole where mysteries leap. The whispers rise, they swirl, they sing— “Where did God come from and everything?” I know it’s silly, I know it’s vain, To let my thoughts run wild, unchained. But still, the puzzle tempts my gaze, An ancient riddle, a mind-locked maze. The Mad Hatter laughs from his twisted seat, As questions arise in a looping beat. “Did he just *be*? Was there no before? What lies behind his timeless door?” I tell myself to stop, to cease, To let my questions find some peace. But my restless mind, it calls, it fights, Through seconds, minutes, endless nights. The clock ticks by, the cycle spins, A marathon of what-ifs begins. Each answer spawned begets one more, Endless questions that shake my core. If God exists beyond all cause, A being bound by no mortal laws, Then where, oh where, did he arise? It loops; it burns; it multiplies. Yet pause, take a deep breath, *let faith remain, * And stills the ache of a questioning brain. For truth, it seems, might not be shown, Some things are not ours to fully know. Could it be, when all's been said, That faith comforts where reason dreads? For when no logic clears the way, Belief is the heart’s most steadfast stay. A headache comes when logic wars, With mysteries held behind divine doors. Somehow, some way, it all was done, Whether burst of light or whisper spun. And though my mind will never cease, I rest in the simple hope of peace. No true answer, just belief's embrace, A timeless journey through infinite space. I wonder, I question, I ache, and I bend, But through it all, I just need to trust in the end. That he was just snapped into existence, no start, no end— A timeless force, where all roads bend.