| Questions of Design Blessed be the grand design Through millenia's perfected Shaped form so complex and yet so frail Be given what is needed to be Inside the breath flows upon it Given the existense within worlds In life spawns further chaos And futures present become darkest past Yet only then can the design be questioned For truly, was it worth what it took? Unbeknownst to the closed of mind Narrowing upon a single task Gives not to change Only will to become what is doomed Set to bring forth the mortality of being Beckons the question, Design be flawed? That of which cannot be answered Posessing only limited understanding Arguing amongst selves on which to believe The enigma which has bestowed our being Beginning and end are a passage Of nothing to be proud or ashamed Design with will that of freedom Cannot discern a single purpose Was there a mistake in the blueprint? Oh so many have tried their words Against likeness of equality After such lengths of time still flawed Yet the grandest of designs should be perfect Or was this the perfection of which we speak? The grand design given breath of being Existence to perform such meaningless tasks Not a pawn nor a controller What shall it be known as? The designed perfection ceased expectation To be something of the greatest kind Amounting to unsurpassed glory Has yet to prove worthy of the title And cannot be considered imperfect or perfect For required is each for the other Masquerading as what is not So highly are the ideals of the plan The intention so great and yet so miniscule The question of design answered never Then what is the purpose of being? |