You won't believe me
Because none of it is true
And if it is not true
Then
Maybe you'd believe me
When I tell you the truth
Enveloped in lies and deceit
At one time there was only darkness
And darkness was my home
Within the Darkness I brought forth Light
Not because I could
Nor because I wanted
How could I know the reason
If I had not reason to begin with
I looked upon the Light
Seeing the Darkness from which I sprung forth
Such a lonely place
Not know how or why I had become
So I proceeded to make more things
The more I created
The less I remembered the Darkness
Though it was still there
In this blinding haze of creation
Something unexpected happened
Life came forth
In every corner of the heavens
Without influence nor force emanating from me
Yet this too
I learned to harness and shape
To a desired form
The Darkness now
Only a fading memory
Throughout recent memory
However
Many humans have asked
For that elusive answer
As if it the most important question
"Why do we exist?"
Much time spent
I thought of this
When I could find no answer
I remembered the Darkness
At last, in that instance, the revelation
"You are merely a consequence of my creation."
Now that the answer has been found
I look to the Darkness once again
And I wonder
Am I merely the consequence
Of my own Self-destruction?
