Clockwork

Tick and tock.

Hands on a clock.

We’re re-imagining creation

With just a piece of chalk.

 

Adding labels creates limits

And rules re-invents the math.

Science has spiked the punch.

Oh, how the scientists laugh.

 

The universe is magic.

It becomes what you will it be.

It’s an endless box of Legos,

Waiting for you and me.

 

In it, God exist

to those described as mystics.

For those who worship science,

God’s true name is physics.

 

We’re probes sent out by nothing

to discover that which is.

We question and investigate.

Our lives are one long quiz.

 

We are always right and wrong.

The truth should leave us numb.

We’re lyrics in a song

That the universe must hum.

 

We’re turning over rocks

and checking what nature did.

We’re studying the shadows

And everything that’s hid.

 

Our minds manufacture logic,

But it’s powered by magic dust.

If the magic grows to weak,

Our God-damned minds will rust.

 

So, society is a golem,

Cold and lined with lead,

And we’re nothing more than gears

Inside its clockwork head.