We Are the Fantasy

When all there is might seem a mess, Adrift, far out to sea When all there is seems somehow less Than what it ought to be We cannot know, but we can guess We are the fantasy. As planets move within their spheres, We see their harmony; Watch birds in flight migrating steer, In synchronicity; We choose the truth when it appears We are the fantasy The faithful claim what god has made Cannot be a mistake And others say the whole charade Is nothing but a fake But somehow on the top we’re laid; Like icing on the cake We measure microscopic things We cannot even see Watch dust clouds pushed by cosmic winds Out of the galaxy We fly with ideas spread like wings We are the fantasy All that there is, our science consigns To mass and energy We order stars to our designs To snare our destiny We join the dots; we draw the lines We are the fantasy.