Unanswered Questions

Come gather round, all you seekers of truth,

And listen close to this ballad, forsooth,

For I sing of the questions that haunt us all,

The mysteries that make our minds enthrall.

First on the list, a question of old,

That philosophers have pondered, so bold,

What is the meaning of life, we ask,

Why are we here, what's our task?

Next, we come to a puzzle profound,

That scientists and scholars astound,

What's the nature of reality, they say,

Is it all illusion, or is there a way?

Then there's the riddle of time and space,

That physicists seek to embrace,

Is time a river that flows on by,

Or an illusion that we can't deny?

And what of the soul, that elusive spark,

That makes us more than just flesh and bark,

Does it live on when our bodies die,

Or does it fade away with a final sigh?

Then there's the question of destiny,

And whether we're fated to be,

Are our lives predetermined, or free,

Can we shape our own destiny?

And what of love, that sweet mystery,

That fills our hearts with such ecstasy,

What makes it bloom, what makes it last,

And why does it hurt so when it's past?

These are the questions that we can't ignore,

That keep us up at night, wanting more,

Though we may never find all the answers,

We'll keep seeking, like curious dancers.

So let us keep asking, keep exploring,

For in the questions lies the key to adoring,

This life that's full of mystery and wonder,

And in the search, we'll never go under.

-Prashant Sethia