Those thought of by Einstein,
Proving, what we all know, there's more to see,
Than our own petty crimes,
We are observers of phenomena,
We're creating some, too,
Still searching for the nature of our world,
As if there's something categoric'lly true,
We split a laser and sent it to space,
When the two streams came back,
'Cause one was late, time/space must have been bent,
So now we've a new fact,
Like the Earth's round,
Do you know what this means?
One day we may trek through ripples in space,
Still no closer to what we've really seen.