It might sound courageous
Or a bit naive
But I'm not incline
To simply agree
With subjective thoughts
Or allegories
I gather my objections
Empirically

My god is logic
And the goddess of love
No need to bow down
They fit like a glove
A creative heart
And a hungry soul
Are the gifts and curses
Of growing old...

A question carries me, scorching shores
in a blazing trail.
A question vexes me and provokes my
interest.
How do we come to know the unknownable?
Should our faculties prove enough or should we
push ourselves to venture further and further?
Into the deep unknown we travel
where a flicker of wild eyes lurk.
Should the story terrify me,
would my thought comfort me?
In moonlight's shadow the tale begins
on shores of gold my tale will end.