Cynic?
Some label me as cynical, they do declare
Claiming I dwell in life's shadows, ignorant, unaware
They brand me a heretic, unconventional, a lost soul
Believing in living, death, then stating, “who knows”?
But I'd contend my perspective is clear
A truth-seeker's path, devoid of any fear
The divergence between us is stark, yet small
You have complete faith, I crave evidence, that's all
I don't indulge in conjecture, we could argue is the sky green or blue?
I aim to refine, to unveil what we know to be True
When opinions clash, beliefs come undone
I reevaluate, is my stance still won?
Don't feel obliged to adopt my point of view
Though science guides me, it's your choice too
I plead for open minds, devoid of attack
Let's converse, let reason be our track
To those who deem me cynical, inquire of me
Ask for my reasoning, my clarity to see
And if heretic's your label, I'd remind you this day
Even Jesus was radical, in much the same way
So, am I a cynic? That's subjective, it's true
Perception defines it, in light of our view
So, if you ask my beliefs, and how I make it through life
I’d say watch closely, I just try to do what's right
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