What questions lay waiting,
to be answered, as the future unfolds?
Amazing in their simplicity,
as we failed to see the truth,
till it bites us in the hand;
Copernicus would laugh
were he to see our blindness;
shake his head in sorrow,
as we stumble along,
never finding the answers
that sit right there within our reach;
for fear the establishment
will ridicule us—make us obsolete.
From whence will (s)he be birthed,
the revolutionary of our day and age?
They’ve come, time and time again,
Copernicus, Galileo, Socrates and Newton;
all visionaries, all finders of the truth,
who failed to bow down to popular belief.
Where is the modern-day discoverer?
Where is (s)he who will stand the world
upon its head, and launch us
into a new millennium of discovery?
© September 29, 2010 CRF