And he was here

Space is his feature, so don't ask what's on the end

Time is his feature, so don't ask what was before

Who clapped his hands, snapped his fingers

Or pulled him out of a hat?



Foolish people are searching in vain

A restaurant on the end of space

All ends where it began... circles in circles



Who made the pulsars dance?

Who let the black holes starve?

Who said one and one is two?

But the speed of light plus anything is still the speed of light

What or who is hiding behind the horizon of occurrances



For all curious he twisted space highways into the point

He's coming from

You turn your head to the sky

You see thousand questions

But even more of them you find looking into mirror



So wait, you human... 



One day you'll find answer to your question "WHY"

One day comes your perihelion