Sunday Afternoon Reverie
Where do I begin my science
Ply my trade of reason
To a thousand questions
That wrap around the naked boughs
Of this late season
Dare I reckon with the hand
That has been dealt
Or bury its devious plots
Like the snow now buries
Memories of summer
Ply my trade of reason
To a thousand questions
That wrap around the naked boughs
Of this late season
Dare I reckon with the hand
That has been dealt
Or bury its devious plots
Like the snow now buries
Memories of summer
Should I live among stars
And ask 'What lies beyond this universe?Â
And 'What lies beyond that?Â
People have asked these questions before
Then they picked a religion
Out of a hat
Should I live among living atoms
And ask 'What is the meaning of their symphony?Â
And 'How meaning they begat?Â
People have asked these questions before
Then they picked a religion
Out of a hat
Maybe I should live among Sunday paper articles
And sips of coffee.
Adoito Haroon is a programmer who lives in New Jersey, USA.
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