The Engine Of Creation. Poem by John Kipling Lewis

Dismiss your trusted instruments
and discount the conscious dialog.

Hidden in your brain resides
an organ, it's sole purpose
the desire for survival.

There is your soul and the
source of the after life.

There is the engine of creation.

For in its quest for existence,
the organ gave birth to
insatiable inquisitions and
when answers are not readily
available from the outside,
the mind must make its own.