What was here in the week before existence?
Were those seven days, days at all?
Were you alive yet somewhere else?
Hidden behind some divine wall?
What meaning has a simple atom?
The planning, random, still put us here
Must I make my own definition
Atop the world, this spinning sphere?
You’re not going to be everyone’s cup of tea. But, that’s why they have coffee.
Cole Schafer
1994ever 