ADVANCE OF SCIENCE

By THE PLANET PRINCE

From the dark, medieval ages
 Comes the infant tread of Science
Stumbling soft as if in wonder—
 Seeking courage, self-reliance.

But its pace grows quickly firmer
 And its step becomes a stride
With its measured march resounding,
 Keeping pace with Human tide.

Now it travels even faster
 Roaring like some rampant soul
Surging, leaping, stronger, vaster—
 Howling like some demon goaled.

Blinding, searing, it darts onward
 At an untold, timeless rate;
Crowding, forging ever faster.
 It's an avalanche of Fate!

Science, whither is thy journey:
 What inferno is thy goal?
Will your rush be ever checkened
 Or your story ever told?