Maybe, Probably

 

Blinking souls above knowingly wink

At mortals who spend their time to think-

Who are they? Why do they exist?

An eternity of searching through a doubtful mist;

Seemingly close to answers, yet far apart,

Most trust in faith to place their heart;

Few choose sciences as their religion-

Yet I’d amuse myself with a different reason

And believe we are but the Divine’s minions,

Dropped in a hole (Earth) without permission

Like the way we dispose our tension each day-

Gluteus maximus have a major play;

Our divine creation plummets down to “Earth”

To a whole new world, we give birth.

~Mustafa

Kindly don't seek my inspiration source for this one, thanks.