Power Of Creations

(A poem I made with my dad)
Where is humanity?
How great really are we?

Are we born before we die?
Have we failed before we try?

If we blast off into the sky,
what do we leave behind?

If we cease to physically be,
what animates the mind?

Does one stroke really mater in the painting of life?
Is the life we have on the edge of a knife?

Does one wave change the face of the sea?
Is the reflection in the mirror me?

Why play ping pong
when you can listen to the bird’s song?

Why hear the suffering
when you can hear that nothings wrong?

What really matters?
What really is change?

If you explode will it be to your gain?
If you enjoy will it cause you pain?

When is it nighttime?
When is it day?
Is it the right time,
tomorrow or today?

Can you answer these questions?
Can you?