Marcela Bovio - Scientist

Scientist, come sit with me;
put down your books
while I pour you a drink.
Like minds
have gathered here,
as the green fairy
is getting ready to sing.

We'll look out the window
and gaze at the stars;
we'll go through the questions
that no one dares to ask.
We'll untangle dreams
and go through the facts;
we'll sketch a world
worth giving a damn.

Scientist, will we ever solve
all the riddles
of this beautiful world?
Is there a pair of eyes
watching from above,
or are we the children
of a cosmic burst?

We don't have the answers,
we might never know
who's spinning the Earth
and igniting the Sun.
What brought us here,
where do we belong?
I'm drowning in the night sky,
I'm feeling so small.
Help me make sense
of this terrible mess:
why must we endure
so much pain and distress?
Do we need to endlessly
stumble through the night
to learn how
to appreciate the light?