i used to miss god.
i used to miss feeling like there was something bigger
twiddling the dials
and pointing the guns
orchestrating the earthquakes
creating symphonic tornadoes and landslides.

when i first lost him i missed him
but now i scoff at the idea
that something or someone has planned out the crazed track of humans
a goose-chase in the snow
little fox tracks that overlap
unable to telling who's going or coming.

if anyone is in control he is a madman
playing a fiddle
stroking his bow across our backs
as tormented, we dance.

there is no rhyme,
nor reason
there is only the flawed decisions
our ignorant and selfish brains churn out
minute by minute
second by second
ruining everything around us.