Hubris

Where were you when I visualised
And tied such knots as you'll never devise
And knitting together quarks out of string
Laid the foundations of everything

Before the passage of second one
I determined the nature and size of the sun
And wrote down the tune for the turn of the year
And prepared you a home so that you could appear

And no sooner here than you followed my lead
And created whatever you thought you might need
And you became proud and decided to shun
The one that designed and stoked up the sun

So tell me oh child that says "I'm not your son"
All that surrounds you, where is it from?
Untie the quarks and let them go free
Then tell me my little one, where will you be?