Naïve questions

People have asked questions and search for answers

from the very beginning, probably from the first day:

Why is the sky blue at day?

And why is the sky dark at night by phrase?

Why does the sun rise everyday?

Why does the moon shows only one face?

Is our world comprehensible?

Is our word understandable?

Is our universe meaningful?

Or is it the multiverse, the wonderful?

Is there an invisible simplicity

behind every visible complexity?

Is there a reason for our wild voracity

extinguishing the astonishing biodiversity?

Where do the children play?

Is there a place where they can find their way?

Where do the old ones will lay,

while all these days are running away?

Could someone trace the water of the rain

that slipped out with our brief days of innocence.

Could somebody, please me explain,

the solution of all this fuzz and turbulence. 

Where is the sound of silence

Is that the famous white noise?

Absence of evidence is not evidence of absence

You don't have to speak, I can hear your voice.

Where are the ideals of our youth

Where is the search for love and truth

Are we still following the path of beauty

that eternal mystery that is more than mere pretty.

What is space, what is time?

Why doesn't any one gives a dime?

What is life, why we die

Bye, bye American pie.

Ask questions, don't be shy

This is not just π in the sky 

Work hard, give a try

There's still a chance before you die.