In the vast expanse where shadows play,
A curious mind in a quest to sway.
Questions echo in the cosmic breeze,
Whispers of wonder beneath the trees.
Who wove the fabric of the cosmic night?
What hands sculpted the stars so bright?
In the tapestry of the cosmic art,
A yearning soul, a searching heart.
Did a cosmic mind, with intent profound,
Shape galaxies in orbits bound?
Or chaos reigns, an endless dance,
A cosmic accident, a chance?
Mysteries unfold in the silent spaces,
In the void where time embraces.
Did a divine hand paint the dawn,
Or randomness in creation spawn?
From the microscopic to the grand,
Life's intricacies, a complex band.
Did a purpose guide this grand design,
Or chaos reigns, a random sign?
Questions weave through the cosmic tale,
In every atom, in every scale.
Seeking answers in the celestial sea,
A journey of questioning, endlessly.
Yet, in the mystery, a beauty lies,
An enigma that time defies.
For whether chance or purpose be,
Life's creation is a profound decree.
In the cosmos' expanse, a quest unfolds,
A search for truth as time beholds.
Questions linger, in the cosmic ether,
A timeless dialogue, a quest to gather.
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