No Man is happy being what he is;
No Man is satisfied with what he has;
No Man has soul ready for Maker’s Bliss;
No Man hard-works, his life on earth to pass.
All men keep searching still for things unknown;
All Men all life keep wanting something more;
All men are certain, nothing they can own;
All men try opening yet, a newer door.
What Man invents brings lesser good than thought;
What man finds new is something old, resought;
What man purchases is already bought;
What man doesn’t is to think again somewhat.
And strangely, Man keeps asking where God is?
He knows too well that Science is not his Bliss.
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