See, what amazes me is being a science nerd and a poet
I know how stars work, yet somehow I’d rather they blink at each other in love than listen to the science
I’d rather rainbows be a pretty bridge with a pot of gold at the end than just refraction of light
I’d rather believe in the pretty purple potassium permanganate color than know it is ligand-to-metal charge transfer
But at the same time, the beauty of science is marveling because
I’d rather know the brain controls emotions than blame it on my inbuilt blood purifier
I want to know the way atoms build and create the universe, but not the theories they disproved
I want to know how light works, how it bends,
and I want to know which colors exist and how they work
And I want to know the Aurora Borealis, the physics behind it, rather than it be a magical colorful wonder.
I want to understand architecture, the beautiful bridges and buildings, how they were built, how they remain standing, instead of admiring the carvings
I want to know which metal knives and tools they used to do the carving, which metals sustained, instead of just staring at the carving
Maybe, just maybe, it isn’t about believing in science or literature.
Maybe it is both…
Life is both, isn’t it?
Those who dream invent
Those who believe create beauty and knowledge
Science and art go hand in hand, don’t they…..?