Unattained

Who decides what's right or wrong?
Who decides who's weak or strong?
Who decides which's short or long?
Who decides when's poetry or song?

Is it God, who sees all?
Or is it nature, suffering our fall?
Or is it us, vain in kingly call?
Or is it even bigger, and we are too small?

Why the worry, why the ask?
Why deviate, when drowned in task?
Why look above, where is hope to bask?
Why not close sight, for who will shed mask?

If we find, will we know?
Whence we came, whence the snow?
So many questions, so much compass flow,
At last the questions end, or is it just a show?