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