Science, Faith, and Snake Oils

Grasping, Grasping, Grasping
My grip slipping, slipping, slipping
My mind whirling, twirling, swirling
What will save me from this free fall
What will stall this terminal velocity
This beast that attracts with ferocity
Everywhere I turn I hit a wall
My mind consumed, must find a way
My grip slipping every day
Voices clamor, I am the way…

TJO