Some Poetry
Oh, tell the people what matters Death doesn’t care about your money, As for family, it’ll probably end, Well before the last stars cease to remain sunny Oh, if perhaps, from this hopelessly large, Chessboard, if you find the rules, Maybe, we all will get closer To the “bright point of light”, Which we all can’t seem to stop thinking about I don’t fear failure, not even if it becomes my whole life For each Michelson-Morley experiment, There may be bound to appear, The Laser Interferometer Gravitational Observatory (Sidenote: Michelson and Morley were pretty successful in their own right) I don’t want to hear that, “God does not make mistakes” If he does exist, he probably made too many Otherwise, how would we marvel, at this marvellous world, where man didn’t take the risk it takes?