The Big Bang-a whistle- to start a new game-
Creation , then Chaos, Creation, once again–
Civilizations rise and fall , humans remain;
There are cyclic patterns of joy and pain:
Our lives are lived out on a Mobius strip:
We live out our lives to the start of our trip!
We grow older, helpless, childish and weak,
Our minds are still eager- new meanings we seek.
Are we the thinking organ of matter–
Every planet and star
Is the answer self-awareness of the Universe
Is that Who we are?