The Stars at night are camouflage,
to hide the fact we're in a garage,
trapped in a tote that's plastic clear,
stored safely away, have no fear.
An experiment started and left to run,
checked now and then to see if done,
no known hypothesis or a theory,
may not be a true science query.
Just a bit of ooze left to grow,
and evolve into what, we do not know,
stressors added and sometimes food,
a good shake given to change the mood.
Just upright mice trapped in a cage,
viewed on a microscope stage,
self-deluded that we're the best,
but we've never even seen the rest.
Perhaps one day we'll know the truth,
but will we recognize the proof,
that we are but an accident,
not even a grand experiment.
May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 11:17 PM UTC
The Stars at night are camouflage,
to hide the fact we're in a garage,
trapped in a tote that's plastic clear,
stored safely away, have no fear.
An experiment started and left to run,
checked now and then to see if done,
no known hypothesis or a theory,
may not be a true science query.
Just a bit of ooze left to grow,
and evolve into what, we do not know,
stressors added and sometimes food,
a good shake given to change the mood.
Just upright mice trapped in a cage,
viewed on a microscope stage,
self-deluded that we're the best,
but we've never even seen the rest.
Perhaps one day we'll know the truth,
but will we recognize the proof,
that we are but an accident,
not even a grand experiment.
