Heaven calls in waves of silver and gold
What's keeping me here you ask
The idea that I might be good enough to live in the palace
To live in “God’s kingdom”
It's terrifying me
Don't get me wrong
Gods not real
But the constant what-if of my life
Keeps me holding onto it

Perhaps it was the early church mornings
Up until I was 14 years old
Or the want to believe in something
But only knowing of him
I want to think that magic is real
That tomorrow I'll wake up
Completely immersed in a fictional world
But there are two sides of my brain, don't you know
And I wish the logic would disappear