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A Ramble On Superstition
First and foremost,
They cannot be totally explained.
That's why they are called 'super'-stitions right?
Like that one of broken ladders,
How it is mixed up with Black cats
And moving shadows,
Or how sparrows indicate
Where The Angel of death
Will visit next..
Or what they say about fish bite..
They just don't add up,
Yet there is an off-chance they do..
Cos they sometimes add up..
(sigh)
At this rate there is no stopping myself
turning into a superstitious man..
I sit and I wonder how little of the world
My eyes can see
And how much more is out there
That goes unseen..
Many a-wise saying I know
Though, most of them I've never experienced..
I read a lot.
So a large chunk of what I know;
I read from books..
Did you know that they used to think the world was flat
But then they said the world is round
Showing pictures of it and all..
I mean I study these things in school
But never can I totally be called to witness on it
They're others ideas, Others experiments,
Others opinions on the matter,
Not mine..
So no, I refuse to totally commit..
School is hard when you think that way..
I won't lie to myself,
I dislike school but I loathe ignorance..
I'll compare superstition with
How gravity works
Or magnets
Or those forces that are evident
Which the eyes cannot see..
They add up, but still yet, they just don't add up..
I feel them, sometimes I smell them(weird),
But I am blind to them..
Ah! the wind
Just like the wind,
Soothing and comforting..
I feel it, sometimes I smell it(weird)
But I am blind it..
I am pushed to superstitions' way
When I think about how little it is
That the human eye gazes on
Compared to what eludes its gaze..
Is a demon on my back?; a guardian angel beside me?..
"The absence of evidence is not the evidence of absence"
They cannot be totally explained.
That's why they are called 'super'-stitions right?
Like that one of broken ladders,
How it is mixed up with Black cats
And moving shadows,
Or how sparrows indicate
Where The Angel of death
Will visit next..
Or what they say about fish bite..
They just don't add up,
Yet there is an off-chance they do..
Cos they sometimes add up..
(sigh)
At this rate there is no stopping myself
turning into a superstitious man..
I sit and I wonder how little of the world
My eyes can see
And how much more is out there
That goes unseen..
Many a-wise saying I know
Though, most of them I've never experienced..
I read a lot.
So a large chunk of what I know;
I read from books..
Did you know that they used to think the world was flat
But then they said the world is round
Showing pictures of it and all..
I mean I study these things in school
But never can I totally be called to witness on it
They're others ideas, Others experiments,
Others opinions on the matter,
Not mine..
So no, I refuse to totally commit..
School is hard when you think that way..
I won't lie to myself,
I dislike school but I loathe ignorance..
I'll compare superstition with
How gravity works
Or magnets
Or those forces that are evident
Which the eyes cannot see..
They add up, but still yet, they just don't add up..
I feel them, sometimes I smell them(weird),
But I am blind to them..
Ah! the wind
Just like the wind,
Soothing and comforting..
I feel it, sometimes I smell it(weird)
But I am blind it..
I am pushed to superstitions' way
When I think about how little it is
That the human eye gazes on
Compared to what eludes its gaze..
Is a demon on my back?; a guardian angel beside me?..
"The absence of evidence is not the evidence of absence"
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