Literature
Old Poem Sat Unread
Sometimes you have to look through a skeptics eyes.
Sometimes through a believers mind.
To know the other-side of a person's mind.
To comprehend and decide,
To seek the truth is the key.
To question normal reality,
Acceptance of the strange,
No matter how deranged.
What seems to be not
Can truly be what is sought.
To inference the inner workings of the brain
Can indeed cause strain
Neurotransmitters blaring,
Sometimes snaring,
The final conclusion.
Only to enter desolation.
What shall be known
Is what is proved
But so much more to be found
Continuance of progress will be sound.