God

For years I looked
Don’t we all?
Ive even asked around
No ones seen you
Or maybe there not talking
You say believe
Or die and suffer
Forever
I didn’t know divine could be so petty
Its almost impossible
To avoid indulging
In stupidity
And expectations in misconceptions
Where do we draw the line
Or is it drawn for us?
I drown in confusion no more
Bring me to sleep
Where I slumber to dream
But not to remember
I happen to live
But am always reminded to wonder why
And will never be satisfied
Can I allow superstition to die?
Die as it has
Long ago
Where is the line?
We make our own hell
Stay in yours
My line is etched in stone