The world is like a story,
A story that never ends,
A story with memories ,
Both Painful, but loved.

A story that has been through generations,
Generations with all good and bad,
A story that has bewildered many,
Even the smartest, even the dumb.

You can go up to the mountains and ask the and wind,
'who created such story?'
And you can fly up to the sky and ask the Sun,
'Who created such wonder?'
They will answer you ,
'I don't know' And simply walk away.

The world is a never ending story,
And no matter who you ask,
No matter where you go,
They all will say 'they don't know'.