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...
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