Religion

Religion is like love

It blinds you

Yet you feel as if you can see further than ever

It clouds your eye

Like a color-blinded man

Whom only whishes to see those colors of which he can

It binds you

To pre–made rules

When you could make your own

It lets one control your destiny

One to decide how to live

But without you could find a way

Your way

Let it go

And with it will go

The worries of mistakes

The pressure of wright and wrong

The rules of one

And then you'll see clear