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"Curiosity’s of Time and Space" Rate This
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Curiosity’s of time and space is what I face
Is the big bang theory fake and can our origin be traced
A product of whut God did create or a King fabricate
Hate to shake your foundation or penetrate your mind
Make you wonder if more than 9 planets circle the sun’s shine
Did man and dinosaur coexist at the same time
The Flintstones suggested it, so I suggest it in this rhyme
If I could rewind the hands of Father Time and find
The answers to the questions of Mother Earth
Search for the worth of time and find the value of life
Evolution from gas, monkey, to man or created from dirt
Sights of Aliens in the twilight shadows lurk
Alls not well in Roswell or we’re bein’ told false tales
One man’s missin’ a rib or are we followin’ a lost trail
Dwellin’ on time travel to make my mind unravel
Could the flex capacitor be a reality
Or just thoughtless babble in our imagination
Is there a fountain of youth to bring immortality
Or is death the truth, a war fought since creation
My mind heightened to a sensation unexplained
A burnin’ curiosity set fire to my brain
Continents drift over millions of years done changed
Or location the same, a coincidental puzzle remains
Fit together the pieces that came, I’m left speechless
By the idea of parts of a universe that’s reachless
Is there any type of life beyond Pluto, who knows
Humans elsewhere see us with 2 eyes, hands, legs, feet, and 10 toes
And when Armageddon comes will the whole universe clash as foes
While ponderin’ existence in a distant galaxy
I’s lost in the stars, remenicin’ on reality
Eye’s glazed, the moon’s shine left me drunk on thought
Soberin’ experience as God painted the early morn back drop
Wonderin’ bout were we are, will go, and never be
An infinite universe, most we’ll never see
Forever we remain a small spec on the canvas
Maintain through the soul livin’ in the stanzas
Life vanished, so were does livin’ land us
Tryin’ to discover the meanin’ of life like Atlantis
Drowned in my search blame Fate, she planned us
How we supposed to manage when sh*t gets scandlous
Don’t explain my life, just take whut’s handed thus
We never fear death our last breath will be granted us
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