the space

There is a space in my heart, it remains empty.
There is a space in my bed, it remains empty.
There is a space around me.

Sometimes the simplest things are all that we search, yet, meloncholy it comes, does it come to all humans, what do we search. Yet if one day i meet him, i will ask so what came before you.

The universe so wide across our brains cannot comprehend, other intelligent life we have never seen it, met it, so short our lives and we leave a few short words that we hope someone in the future may read, someone may find the answers.

I imagine him some far off man thinking on the solutions, perhaps finally grasping and the laughing and going fuck if i understand that, you stupid fucking computer can you explain that a bit more simply. The computer goes it is the meaning of life you piece of shit of course it is fucking complicated humans inferior beings.