Ambiguity Poem by welkin siskin

Ask me no more, what the truth is,
The depth of ambiguity is wide:
For all that's felt life is composed of,
For all that's felt life is led with,
It is the source of absurdity, a riddle:
Soul is ambiguity, mind is ambiguity,
Spirit, the existence of Afterlife,
Heaven and Hell—and the immortality of life- ambiguity!
Beliefs and faith seem anything like unknown stuff;
To rely on them is not even all-or-nothing situation,
For these reasons: none has seen a soul,
None has seen a mind,
None has reasons to rely upon beliefs,
You have no testable hypothesis,
You cannot test them in a lab.
You do not know if soul, mind even exist or not,
When human brain cells cease to work
Out of dementia, stroke, the mind stops working,
When a body is ripped apart there is no place
Where you find soul and mind,
What functions it does, etc.
Life, though, with its best works
To live the moments it has on this earth.
Ask me no more, where life's end is,
As phantom the life,
It is stranded to know the truth;
It is bewildered and led.
When perhaps the day is done,
The truth, the mystery, the ambiguity shall be learnt.