For centuries the race ran,
A never ending pursuit of knowledge.
A finishing line was drawn, called God.
Some runners couldn’t take that;
They just kept going, lap after lap.
Theists cries, shouted and fear.
They knew the devastation we would discover.
Even now, the chase is still on.
Participants in white coats,
Going faster than ever
Because now, we have aircrafts, rockets and boats.
If it where me, I’d take it slow.
Perhaps the answer was just overlooked along the way,
But what do I know?