It's 2006.

Yes, it's 2006
and almost seven!
And I've no beef with science,
no sir.
It's just that it's irrelevent(!)
I'm not looking out into the heavens
or down through a microscope.
And even string theory holds but a loose curiousity for me.
It's within me I search, below the sense and the synapses...
I CAN'T BURROW FAST ENOUGH!
Before existing fills it all in.
(Breathe.)
I can't reach far enough
to pinch the flame.