I know you say your gods are not mine and that is reasonable

Still

You insist on sowing default saviors into my routine and bubbles do burst

Those ones used in absurdity
shortcuts for wonders
Blindsided and stricken of color

I mingle with despondency now and again because these notions create confusion

I lose track of myself once in awhile but it all makes room for weirdness and cathartic ranting

Smile for anger and confusion
love for the kind and honest
Sometimes it is okay to feel human