Why I Write Science Fiction

I am an author,
Mostly of non-fiction works,
They are where I live.

I also write poems,
About themes deeply rooted,
In my heart and soul.

Yet of all I write,
I'm arguably most free,
In my SF worlds.

Past, present, future,
Coexist in harmony,
Unchained from what is.

False utopias,
Unmasked as dystopias,
Clung to by blind fools.

Imagination,
Freed from mind-forged manacles,
Can discover truth.

Physics' laws repealed,
Coloring outside the box,
Of what's possible.

Brightest human minds,
Amoebas imposing rules,
From their fetid ponds.

Are humans just germs,
Praying to a god,
On whose skin they live?

Scientists say no,
Science fiction says maybe,
Which bids deeper thought?