• Floating deep into the vast nothing
    In a small vessel fit for one person
    In a trance by the glow of a galaxy far away
    Thinking deep in the labyrinth of my mind
    What is the point of life?
    Why is there life?
    Why is there Heaven?
    Why is there Hell?
    Living or not
    What is the point of existence?
    As I’m in this deep trance
    I look out at the galaxy and the stars
    I can see a comet far in the great beyond
    What is the point of anything existing?
    Why isn’t there just nothingness?
    Questions about life and existence
    Like a traffic jam on a busy highway
    Just keep getting lost in the mind’s labyrinth
    I start to wonder how life was created in the first place
    If God had created life, then who created God
    How is it that a non physical being can create the universe?
    How is it that a non physical being can create all things physical?
    Deeper into the labyrinth I go
    Pondering about creation
    Love, the strongest bond between two beings
    Hate, a deep strong dislike for someone or something
    Compassion, a strong sympathy for the suffering
    Pain, discomfort of the body, mind, and soul
    Carefree, the feeling of contentment with no care in the world
    How were feelings created?
    Were they created by the soul?
    If so, what created the soul?
    I start to think
    Does everything have to be created?
    Or was everything there to begin with?
    I’m all alone pondering about life’s questions
    Floating deep into the vast nothing

    Written by: Me, William B. Phelps