8.27.2009

God, if you're real, why do you suck so much?

God,
Some say you're real;
Some say you're fake.
Me?
I don't really care.
I live my life,
Make my decisions,
And what happens
Just happens.
I don't need to pray
To some one to change
The inevitable.
If you're really
Calling the shots,
Then your mind is
Made up already.
It would be selfish
To ask you to change
Your entire plan
Just for me.
But that leads me
To ask about
That plan of yours.
Why did you
Take me away
From everyone
I've ever loved?
I care for someone
And for some reason
Or another
We're separated via
Death,
Apathy,
Distance,
Or even something as
Childish as
A difference of opinion.
Family,
Friends,
It doesn't matter.
You don't want me
To have them.
But you must know
How I work.
You must know
That I need to love
And be loved
To be happy.
If its my fate
My destiny
My path
To be lonely
Tell me why.
What did the alignment
Of the stars mean
The night I was born?
Because,
A person can change
His stars.
And that's exactly what
I intend to do.
But there's no textbook
On how to change what
Path you're walking upon.
I need a little information.
And I plan on finding it.
With or without you.
(I still don't even know
If you're real.)
But if you are truely
Out there.
Help me out a bit.
After all of this shit,
Its the least you can do.

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