The world.

Everything is intertwined,
everything is seen,
and yet he said you couldn't find
man in this perfect scene.

A world with many wonders in
that seems to work so well,
but is he sure that we could win
if maybe, say, it fell?

A wondrous plight that this may be,
it just might be too nice,
a clockwork universe you see
is just a roll of dice.

Did it happen just by chance,
and are we sure it's true?
This might just be circumstance;
we don't know what to do.

"It's way too perfect!" you might say,
"I can't believe it's real."
And yet with every dawning day
you know you have to feel.