White-Haired Man's Particles
The white-haired Man's particles fly across a page,
Wild, chaotic beings finally bound in a theoretical cage.
Before: unexplainable, feared, and unknown;
Now: reduced to numbers, servants to a mathematical throne.
The white-haired Man's fingers jumping from key to key
Create an ordered universe with the mind's decree.
Old, lifeless rules finally overcome by creativity;
The curious, open mind: the Man's proclivity.
When the white-haired Man is dead, His ideas will remain
On ink-smeared papers, awaiting the World to ascertain.
The particles finally free from existential strife;
The white-haired Man's universe finally comes to life.
