Life *****, then you die; we all know, right?
Back in the day, that's what I’d tell myself,
Before a night of drinking and carousing.

Yup, women carouse just like men,
Only they're better at it, less obvious,
In their pursuit of understanding and/or love.

Back then, Something gnawed inside of me,
Told me to **** it up, get real for once,
Find yourself, within yourself, what the heck?

Ever watch a spider weave lace on a drainpipe,
And wonder why a daddy long legs knows,
Better than you do, what this life is all about?

And the humdrum becomes you and you it.
Tells you what you need but will never have,
Something missing, like smarts, or grace or wisdom.

Until your fragile faith awaits your next footfall,
On a worn-out rope bridge nearly rotted through,
Sending you straight into the arms of God.

And God mutters, it takes what it takes.