I wonder if they can hear,
The whispers in the rushing air.
I wonder if they can see,
The light that once used to be.
I wonder if they can feel,
The touch that makes me believe I’m real.
I wonder if they can know,
All the answers which haunt me so.
I wonder if they can solve,
The puzzles that make this Earth revolve.
If they can do all that I wonder,
It’s a blessing that they never blunder,
And divulge the knowledge which they keep,
To preserve their high and to leave us deep.
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