Catch the dying truth
That moves a thousand miles a second
To seize what is, or what should be
Concealed from view where all can scrutinize
You see the sky; I see the stars
You feel the earth; I feel the pain
How can you explain the Universe?
Is there no draft that can penetrate your mind?
Closed to apostasy
Open to dogma
And still you insist that we are new
That Intelligent design is tried and true

And the dying truth is that I too, am fearful
Of what lies beyond the silence of the mind