Strings....

Strings conceive the perceptions of my reality,
Many a dogma tried to deny this proudly,

They make up more shit than an atom;
At least they are more honest than those who tell stories of Eve and this jerk off named Adam,

Many a genius spend their nights trying to figure them out,
Hopefully powerful men will listen to them before the time we have runs out,
Maybe then controlling time will be another thing for my species to brag about,
Otherwise there never may be evidence for anyone else to find of how much we thought we were stout,

Strings, your vibrations make up my day,
No matter what the powerful and bitter old men say,
All they can do is kneel and pray,
How dumb it is that they think this is a game that can be played,

Then again Strings will have no need to care,
Just another symphony they will bear,

That's the thing about strings and gravity,
They conduct the entertainment that many atone to and testify soundly,

Fermions, Leptons, Bosons, and Quarks,
Clouds of probability they are as Planck would Bark,
"My God does not play Dice!" was shouted as Einstein wanted to remain stark,
A theory to unify their thoughts would make our future appear less dark,

Strings you make up my reality,
As well as allow me to see running backs get annihilated by Jadaveon Clowney,

So this is what I will say,
Let's let go of all our conflicts and war game,
Maybe then this can be a reality where it is safe to play......