Young people wander aimlessly in life.
That's what the older generation says.
They forget we all wander aimlessly.
There is no aim in this galactic stew.
We are all making it up as we go.
Trying to carve our face on the mountain.
The mountain is just a rock in God's yard.
Our lives a byproduct of anarchy.
So I don't question it any longer.
My questions aren't worth answering right now.
Nobody has a good answer at all.
If they did, there would be one religion.
Everyone would be exactly the same.
So I let the question hover for now.
I like the attempted answers better.
They have passion and creativity.
Truth always comes after you need to know.
So I carve my own altar to the gods.
I kiss whomever I love that moment.
I will sing and dance spontaneously.
I laugh at the void; This is my prayer.
I write poetry; This is my scripture.
Allah, Buddha, and Jesus hold hands here.
Who could have guessed the void would be so full?
