Are we alone ?

The ruler of whom and the ruler of what?
Who carries these mysterys we speak of so often?
When it's raining or humid outside, who made it so?
What formed these questions so tight in my head,
where I'm screaming to know the answers, who called it crazy?

If God made us, why isn't he ruler?
Who rules us if not him?
Are we alone here?
Left to simply not be when out time is done?
Not seeing darkness, not seeing light, just not being.

Who formed these words I'm writing now?
WHy are these questions never ending?

The ruler of whom and the ruler of what?