What’s wrong with all the evidence
I heard a man say.
While his mind was lost in transient thought.
Each one gave way so another could form,
but in [bad word] he knew it couldn’t be fought.

This ’science’ fails, the silent.

You won’t catch me now.
I am someone else,
impossible to tell.
Each entrance an exit
to guide me on,
or end what I had begun?
Each entrance an exit.

Why don’t you step on off?
Cut this chord take it up a notch.

What source is all this arogance
I whisper lightly,
while his eyes were burning holes in my back.
Look at you debating half the [bad word] 
So new [bad word]  concludes without attestation.

I had placed my faith in calculus.
The equations formed my character.
While I’m sure I’m no Pythagoras.
In the future I will question their worth.