So many questions.
So few answers.
Where does it all end?
When all the questions have been asked
And all the answers given
The end of days is then at hand
And judgement falls upon us.

We seek the answers to many things
That push the limits of our understanding.
We want to know and see behind the curtain
What magic lies in wait to spring upon us.
We hasten our doom with constant pursuit
Of puzzles, mysteries, the great unknown
Forever just beyond our reach.

For when all the questions have been asked
And all the answers given save one,
To our surprise and consternation,
When all is revealed and the end is nigh
The curtain pulled back and the journey done

To find the answer is “42”.