A monk always gives me guidance
With solemn sound, quod erat demonstrandum
And a sublime mood and music
Echoing throughout a room
Though my tiresome feeling
The objections always surround me
In a complete universe.
A scientist always tells me
A truth of objective facts
With rationality, critical thinking
And statistic data
Though my incredulity of foundation,
His grand narrative forces me
To believe them truth.
A friend always talks to me
A uselessness of science,
A hallucination of religious faith,
But an ascendancy of experience,
Emotivism or consumerism
In an ongoing language game
Which never achieves a final answer.
I am always fettered by
The crash of the three frameworks,
Nobody becomes a fair umpire,
Telling a truth or scoffing at God
People have wanted to believe their righteousness
But always failed.