when winter is saying goodbye
our nature prepares for a high
all juices start flowing
the farmers start sowing
but the snowmen are beginning to cry

Magpie
Chattering
Mimicking
Other birds
Steal their
Shiny
Shiny
Words
Fly away home
Weave them in your own
Glittering and complicated
Nest
Until your
Shiny
Shiny
Nest
Covers the whole world
Make everybody learn
Your
Shiny
Shiny
Stolen
Woven
Words

Many say that God is real and loves you
I wonder how many of them believe this is true
Sometimes when people lose their faith they feel blue
Sometimes I wonder whether I should lie too

Maybe I should help other people believe
After all, they'll never know they were deceived
Will they find out there is no Heaven and grieve?
No! They won't find out anything after they leave.

But what if it turns out I'm the one who's wrong?
That God was just hiding, was real all along?
There might be a Heaven, but I won't belong.
I think different thoughts and I sing different songs.

This question's unanswerable but not small
Would I even answer if I heard the call?
Maybe I should say what I believe about God and whether he's real:
Nothing at all

Allow them to bequeath
desires upon their earth.
Let them grow the heath
like an endless childbirth.
Let them have their order
Let them have their disorder.
I’ll not mind what is theirs
for as long as their affairs
are within territorial shares