Sometimes I wonder
if there really is a God
that controls from above
with marionette strings and painted set pieces
as the curtain rises for
the beginning
of the show
Sometimes I wonder
if there really is a stairway
that runs from my grave
to a land called Heaven
where flying babies who can
strum harps
while beating their feather-strewn wings
open the gates of glitter and gold
Sometimes I wonder
if all of this stuff
isn't just the fluff that people think it is
But what if we spend our lives believing
and end up in a place
like a parallel Earth
where no beliefs determine
where in Heaven's name
you'll end up
'Cause why would God make a Heaven
if it was condemned to good people?
And why would God make religions
if only one was considered right?
Why do we all just forget
that people are just people
and religions are just religions
and if someone doesn't fit your category
then so be it
they could still end up
in the same place you're going
'Cause what if when we die
we just die
nothing to it
and we spend our whole lives
looming above the others
as deafening gazes rain down upon them
and they hear the concealed whispers
you believe there's a Heaven?
well, you're not going
because yours is not mine
and you are not me
and I know I'm right
so you must be wrong
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Bits and Pieces
PoetryBits and pieces of life, incorporated into a mess of free-verse poetry.
