On rainy days like this
I feel depressed looking out
Ever so lonely, never at ease
Wonder why I have so much doubts
I look at the joyful friends
Facebook, are they really friends?
Here I am, angry and sad
Why am I not happy, am I mad?
I am cursed, an inquisitive brain
Ideals, liberal and never accepting
I fail in beliefs, of angels of gods
Who have brought me so much pain
Am I alone this way?
Not knowing what is true
Should I bite my pride, hear them say?
Then I'll be happy, under the sky of gray
All I want is a soul mate
A paradox it is for there are no souls
Everyday I look at the moving dates
Alone I am, looking out at my gates
Go spiritual healing they say
Them? Of thieves and crooks
Stealing people's brain waves
Placebo, giving what we crave
As I ponder, perhaps I should smile
For I can see people through from a mile
I should be satisfied to be concious
From a chance, a billion combinations
From the cosmos, I am alive
An accident, a beautiful miracle
For the stars and constellations
I look upon you, full of marvel
More of a reflection and my struggles to understand why people believe in god(s) and can be supremely happy about it