My mind is inclin'd to give meaning,
and think a rock a cake, for survival's sake
Much of reality confuses, and threatens to blow fuses,
in my brain, and give pain, so it strives simply to remain unslain.
The noble lie of shutting my eye,
is good for those, who don't bother to suppose,
But for me, curiosity is glee,
and deceiving myself: not an option
Elf and faerie may actually be,
flying the Earth around, in a teapot unfound
So I must be picky and choose (win or lose),
what I accept, in regards to concept
Is evidence such a big fence,
against that which is proposed?
Does asking for proof, make me aloof?
You may say that faith is the way, and my mind holds me at bay,
but even if you can say it, can you show it?
by Drafterman of AvC