The span of man is a mysterious consilience.
God made, or a ponded brew.
For are we mortal or a noble prince?
To conflate is to make cryptic sense.
For from the start we live on cue.
The span of man is a mysterious consilience.
Life’s meaning is all quite dense.
A babe was new. Then, soon withdrew.
For are we mortal or a noble prince? 
But, some would say, tis just a coincidence.
For those who really know are few.
The span of man is a mysterious consilience.
They are ethereal and not of this tense.
To reach such wisdom is hard. Who knew?
For are we mortal or a noble prince?
One day we may know, yet, rather hence,
For all to know cannot be true.
For the span of man is a mysterious consilience.
For are we mortal or a noble prince?