Question the Sky
You can spend your life questioning the sky,
But there will never be any reply
To any inquiry you think is sure
To reveal its secret: a truth so pure.
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Does it love or hate? Does it contemplate?
Is it illusion? Does it know my fate?
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Question the sky of its blue existence,
And challenge it with futile persistence.
For as you wait for one simple reply,
You will struggle, endeavor, age—die.
And in all that while, the sky will still stand,
Still looking silently down upon man.
But yield—accept its beauty from below,
And hear how quickly the secrets will flow.
