Some days I'm agnostic
Sometimes I'm an athiest to boot.
One minute I think you might be out there
The next the thought has turned to soot.
I don't know if you're out
In any way, shape, or form.
In some ways I believe you are
In some ways I think you're just a man-made farce.
Maybe you're the
grey-bearded man sitting in a throne up in the sky
Maybe I'll meet you
The day that I die.
Or maybe you're an energy
The combination of us all.
What I want to know is where you are
When so many of us take a fall?
Sometimes to you I say a
But always do I preface it with the contingency 'if you're really there.'
I don't know who you are
Or if you're there at all.
Maybe you took a vacation
Maybe your plan is just too much for us mortals to understand
Maybe you have a sadistic streak
Maybe there are hundreds of you
Or maybe you just don't exist at all.
I don't know what the case
But sometimes I would just like to believe.
The comfort that you give to some
Is something I'd like to recieve.
I may always be a skeptic;
that may never change
But if you're out there, please understand
It's just so hard to believe
What it is that I cannot see.