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;
The icing on the cake

We measure microscopic things
We cannot even see
We calculate electron spins
With finest accuracy
We fly with ideas spread like wings
We are the fantasy

All that there is, our science consigns
To mass and energy
In retrospect we draw designs
To snare reality
We join the dots; we draw the lines
We are the fantasy.