I need a sign
I live a double life
Whatever you say
I will disagree
The spoken word
Even dignified perception
Is heard in the comfort of our needs
Some things are best sung in the dark
When weird wired sounds freely float unimpeded
By a truth fabricated in a childhood of awe
Justified and rationalized for fear of discovery
Where is my sign?
Yesterday I accepted Christ
By morning I bid him fond farewell
Wondering if I would thus live in vain
Impaled by my fearless worship of scientific facts
Discovered by others and insisted upon
You know what you know
I don’t know what you know
You want me to believe what you know
When what you know is not knowing at all
But certainty built slowly as one sand block after another
With one eye on the rain clouds
And the other on me
Your mission
Neither reached or repulsed
Merely confused
Flip flopping like a fish on the dock
Or a girl who won’t sit still after I loved her
What conviction can I offer you?
Other than to say
Don’t ask me