All These Things Exist

I look at the Sun, the stars, the Moon, the blue sky
And try to explain in vain
I've searched maths, logic, philosophy and thus
Quantify you, but failed

One can't measure, gauge, count
Make the deduction
It isn't empirical
Rationality can't reason

I look at myself, inert matter without action
Or volition, but live
A lost sinner unable to save himself
By his own hands, unworthy

There is no reason nor destination
No greater purpose
But the one you choose, the one you make

One can't understand, let alone imagine
Just believe
That all these things exist, life lives
And thus we all are here