Rungs on the ladder
Where my life began
I talked with God
I rarely sinned
Just a troubled child's
Imaginary friend
Yet I turned to God
The self comfort within
When I turned
Young man
I searched again
In every church and bible
To find my old friend
I searched at the Buddha
Zen and then Tao
Deepak Chopra
Wasn't my style
Science was my nightmare
It made perfect sense
So I turned to philosophy
Now I'm on the fence
Yet how could a young child
Ever have known
That all those miracles
Were mere tricks of the souls...
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 9:55 AM UTC
Rungs on the ladder
Where my life began
I talked with God
I rarely sinned
Just a troubled child's
Imaginary friend
Yet I turned to God
The self comfort within
When I turned
Young man
I searched again
In every church and bible
To find my old friend
I searched at the Buddha
Zen and then Tao
Deepak Chopra
Wasn't my style
Science was my nightmare
It made perfect sense
So I turned to philosophy
Now I'm on the fence
Yet how could a young child
Ever have known
That all those miracles
Were mere tricks of the souls...
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