A little known fact the artist once knew,
There's more than five shades of the color blue,
And with every fail-ed venture of yours,
Comes seven more a'knocking at the doors
Of yet unopened worlds for you to see,
If only you knew of what they could be!
And of the scientist, who once said, "fact:
Though I cannot combat your wit and tact,
There are certain laws for us to abide,
No matter how you wish to change the tide.
I have come from years of learning, you see,
Which drain'd my individuality."
And on religion, a wise man once dreamt
many visions of wretched discontempt.
Of demons and sinners who tore and fuss'd
Over the land now covered, full of dust.
For you cannot live in true harmony,
Without combating man's ferocity.
To this the author lower'd his wet pen,
To view the ink he scratch-ed in his den,
And drearily shook his somber gray'd head,
Desiring only to sleep in bed.
For you, alone, did he write such a plea,
Hoping that one day you will truly see.