How uncomfortable we are
with the unexplained
our worship of science
as giver of truth is ironic
for it is always changing
never truly a source
of absolute fact.
Magic, mysticism, miracles
boiling pot full of that
we can not explain.
Are we baby mystics
searching for answers
in a world too complex
to understand?
Or fools creating stories
to soothe our fears
get rid of the boogeyman
worship whatever
we put on pedestals
hoping for a rescue
knights on white horses
gods in the sky
heroes, gurus
someone to answer “why?”
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