sometimes i believe that science is a fabrication of the truth,
a tool, a mechanism to keep us sane in our youth.
why do we race against the measurement of time?
isn't that a concept completely made up from the human mind?
what exactly are these phenomenons?
are they an excuse, so that we humans have something to lean on?
now, now. don't get me wrong,
i love science, it is where i truly belong.
but on dark nights, when i look up at the moon
i just can't help but be swooned.
and during those nights I love to wonder,
what if everything was a lie just made up as a cover?
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collapsar - a collapsed star .
Poetrya gravitationally collapsed star; ______________________ original poems N.S