The Big Bang

The problem isn’t the equation, I’ll never know why it’s called that anyway

When almost everything can be calculated

from every atom of my being to the stars in the ethers, there’s an answer for everything.

From nothing came something, the riddle of creation

An explosion that created the universe, the numbers known only by divinity

In front of me lays the mystery

eyes squinted, if I look with precision I can find the solution.

From the countdown in my mind, minus, plus, and times

stretching it vigorously to see

The answer revealed in a flash, an explosion, the illumination.

From nothing came something the solution is in between.