I wasn’t exactly sure how I got home
I surprise myself that I haven’t smashed angels into the pavement yet by my carelessness
For the first time in my entire life I prayed
That I might understand what it is to be a man

That night I dreamt and God spoke to me
While I stood in the center of a wheat field
Frozen like a scarecrow on a cross

I just wanted answers
For why so much is wrong with me

God,
Why are there so many things wrong with me?

His voice was as gentle as the onset of rain
And as convincing as the rumble of thunder in the distance
He said this:

*Of all the times I’ve birthed this world and let it crumble
There have been millions of versions of yourself
Each one lived and breathed and finally died the same man
I don’t expect much from you
Mostly because I designed you to break
Just do me one favor
Don’t hurt anyone
Especially yourself