As pointless as it may seem,
It has to be,
What is sometimes forgotten and never happens to be,

What is it? You wonder,
What is it that will not be?
It is pointless to say it, but it must be,

What must be? For the sake of being tell me,
Cried the man that would have been if all must have been,
Silence followed, and then nothing was to be,

It is pointless, but it is to be,
Saying is pointless but being might not be,
Pointless in one sense doesn’t mean it will not be,

Wonder, wonder, let’s all do wonder,
In the pointless spaces of what is to be,
And in such wondering there might be it.