Science
My chorus is silent;
My muse now a mute.
I choose non-violent to be unlike the news.
I gaze upon stars with knowledge gained and confusion.
I never did understand nuclear fusion.
The mad scientist creates black holes in his dreams.
Empty heads need filling with anything.
Learn to know the difference between hope and wrong.
School is out for summer and forever;
We were too busy going for a song.
(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
- Author: Aa Harvey ( Offline)
- Published: October 8th, 2019 05:28
- Category: Reflection
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