I Believe in Many Things
I believe that the world is round.
Now, I have seen the maps,
I have viewed the globes,
But nothing has proven to me in such a concrete manner
As to evince to my eyes that it really is
But I have faith that it is.
I have never left this atmosphere,
And seen the world as a sphere,
But I believe in the world
I believe that the stars are real.
Now, I have never been to the cosmos,
Never peaked my head out a window
In the vast emptiness of space
(Which isn’t very empty at all it seems),
But still my firm idea of their glowing radiance
Giving light to the darkest corners of the galaxy
Is so sturdy in my mind,
I cannot help but believe it to be true,
And I believe in the stars.
I believe in possibility.
Now, I know that probability is
Something entirely different,
Actuality is so far from either, and
The truth is something that is only concerned with itself.
But I still know that in everything there is potential,
And I think it only takes the recognition to let it bloom.
So I believe in possibility.
I believe that life has its meaning.
Now, I can't say that I’ve ever been shown
What this might be
And what it is to really live,
But I know as sure as the world is round,
And the stars shine in outer space,
And possibility exists ubiquitously,
That we dream, we think, we create.
And though there may never be any proof at all,
That conviction shall never be shaken,
Because I believe in life.