“The Way I See the World”
by Patrick Hendrix
I look up to the sky; it gazes back down upon me
Are there other beings out there, or is planet Earth an anomaly?
The days go by, the nights lay still
In this ever-changing Universe, do we have a role to fill?
Surely it must be so,
Or perhaps such a thought, simply keeps us from feeling low
Each religion offers up an explanation
But in the end, no one really knows
Who made the rivers flow, or the bright moon glow, or the tall trees grow
So what is there to do, except hope for the best
Let fate take care of the rest
And survive another day,
With the hope that everything will be okay.