Life makes no sense,
we are born in the past,
without an offense to my intelligence,
but then we die at last.
So for what do we live for
if we cannot understand
the very reason of this life full of labor
and sometimes, sometimes a little joy?
My vision reach the end of the universe,
I can even see the Big Bang explode.
But where is the source
of all this order and then life followed?
If my DNA is a language,
why do I refuse to accept
the knowledge and the privilege
of a creator’s concept?
The responsibility is too big
for my even bigger ego
as I am a atheist geek
to change my point of view long time ago.