Insignificant Condescension

Too small, my wishes don't count

                      Too smart to consider folly much 

So unimportant, tiny amount

                     Not real, those things we cannot touch

How could He hear my cries

                     Only science matters, math and facts

Why would He listen to my sighs

                     Not magic, opinion- can't measure that

        We're too small, can't matter great

        Too smart to leave our lives to fate