What are you God? What do you mean to me? Do you wait unseen on a cloud for souls? Do you control fate and assign us all roles? Are you a person, without he or she? Do you live in all places - a forest, a flea? Can you, with a blink, encompass the poles? Are you nothing but dreams filling life's holes? Can you open all doors, providing the key? Conventional searchings are all useless Straining hard fully counter-productive The more I seek you the less I can see. So forget liturgy, I'll make my own mess Simply struggling each day to honestly live Gradually finding you might be in me.
