The dead come alive in
Her prophetic dreams.
We don’t know if he’ll survive or
Who’s to decide, the meaning
Of things like these.
How can anyone believe
This world is more than it seems?
It’s hard enough to believe in humanity,
Let alone some high above thee, almighty deity
That cannot be felt or seen.
Help him make his choices.
Now, he acts like he cares,
But all it takes is his voice,
To fill me with memories’ nightmares.
They have faith in the intangible
To me, it’s incomprehensible,
Such a deviation from what’s sensible.
I don’t know if it’s a virtue or a vice.