Globes

The marvels of science, dimensions and relativity.
The future is up in the sky, but the universe is flat and revolving.
The earth is round, or so my globes lead me to believe.
It is hard to keep objective when everything begs for an opinion.

If you don’t pick a side then you are everyone’s enemy.
The future is oil as opposed to engines run by steam.
The world is littered with grids, or so my globes lead me to believe.
It is hard to keep obscure when everything begs for my attention.

Particle accelerators are trying to recreate time’s beginning.
The future is leading towards our end in a vacuum of the purest irony.
The seas are haunted by serpents, or so old maps lead me to believe.
It is hard to keep recluse when there is so much that begs for creation.

And it is all so finite.

Angels have died at the hands of critical thinking.
Religion started the wars but science supplied the weaponry.
The Earth is so small and fragile, or so my globe lead is leading me
to believe that wonder has come to such a sad dissipation.