in our little life span

a life span under the sun
As time in turn takes turns
Bends as darkness falls
Great mind rot
under the weight of soil

spoil as neorons decompose
And testify we are but a composition
In the hands of the creator
Whose theories
Must have made a bing bang

Leaving narrow minds
with only a sound to explain
The existance of a blue ball that sits on space
Too big for the eye

Yet fits in the space between the eyes
Leaving more dim eyes
to only peep through the telescopes
and tell but a scopic view
And call that a new verse

Perhaps even a new phrase
For this new age
Where science is hailed God
The quest to seek his
Face

on books and tweet
Him out of my space
to your space should
any of you give a chat
to be in His zone

Mix it all up
And present a quick fix
God who will supply
In skype
meet all types of needs

After all
we all have rights to decide
In our little life spans
The right image of God