Hello today, all you people
And I hope I can make your problems go away
Use me, abuse me, mold me like clay
To your mental creases, until my body ceases to resemble itself in any sort of tangible way
I am not myself, and I while I like to write I am merely a heart with no voice and no choice but to keep it bottled inside.
And I choose to extend this service to you because I am nothing, but not in any sort of sad, depressing way.
Because you see, despite my aversion to religion I still choose to have this moral, faithful vision which gets real hard to follow some days.
God, I see you and as clear as you see me, I just choose not to believe in any sort of tales your book weaves. I know you know better anyway.
And despite your lack of presence to me I choose to live by your teachings, because lets face it, anyone can relate.
I realize I am open book without an editor.
Full of words, hooks, lines, rivers, and rhymes but with no guidance, context, or understanding of contemporary times.
And as painful as it may be to admit, I am nothing without a higher presence to guide me into it.
Oh what agnostic rambling is this?
I am without faith, view, or context of your ways but I use you everyday so I must thank you for existing in some sort of tangible way.
And I must admit, I’m sorry that I am not one of your children.
Don’t plan on me being one either, because despite what this may say I am far too set in my ways.
I will not change.
