The Scientist

The tapestry of time -
Countless ways to interpret how each thread flows
To what purpose and by what design
Like an ocean of matter, including us and all of that we are aware
Driven by a heartbeat beyond our comprehension
Fuelled by a fabric most intricate and invisible
Like a distant star whose light shines but dimly on our intellect
Allowing us but fragmented answers
Never quite revealing the true hands of fate
Leaving chaos in the hearts of independent components
Where our own limits ought to have been enough of a warning