The Legend of Science

computing darkness,authentic brain; you are so experimental in sadness: you find new ways to make yourself sad, you lecture without notes. we are creative students stranded in a boring hall,boring teachers, only the subject interests us yet we end up learning only through the way of misinterpreting and coming to know from other arts to combine what we have. asylum of studies each human brain is, the brain that is often worded as heart; science is romantic,it has oxytocin- science is futile,we outgrow it all the time. science is dead. we bring it back to life to serve our boredom, to continue searching by never approving- perhaps we should all be mid ages farmers, sleeping at six after dinner; the sun sets and we settle in bed, we make children, we make future, we allow future to have a chance at making children, and children no future to make future of their own. we live in past when we say we are new- we are old,always old,we change but we are never new. the new ones are the ones ready to break and mature into old; when will we learn that? only one lamp burns of us and only a pool of oil; we work around it and our fire dances out of shape, like fireflies warming each night into sleep.