“Where were you before you were born?”
The question echoes through the night,
A riddle that has no answer,
A puzzle that eludes our sight.
Were we but dust and starlight,
Drifting in the cosmic sea?
Or were we something more ethereal,
A soul longing to be free?
Did we exist in some other realm,
Beyond the reach of mortal eyes?
Or were we simply nothingness,
A void that could not realize?
“Where were you before you were born?”
The question lingers in the air,
A haunting melody that lulls us,
A tune that we cannot bear.
Perhaps we were but shadows,
Dancing in the twilight haze,
Or maybe we were whispers,
Lost amidst the cosmic maze.
We may never know the answer,
To this riddle of our past,
But the question still remains,
A mystery that will forever last.
“Where were you before you were born?”
The words echo through the night,
A puzzle that has no solution,
A riddle that has no light.