When I Look Up At The Sky Poem by Andy Caldwell

At night when I look up at the sky
and I begin to wonder why
I wish  I had an answer
heck I wish I knew the question
and I haven't got a clue
no one knows anything at all
there is so much uncertainty 
when the experimental results
differ from the paradigm
most will support the model
formed inside their mind
is Elvis live or dead
too many won't agree
Then when we look up at the sky
and we discuss the reason why
only one thought comes to mind
there can only be intelligent design