What if belief was vanity?
I would not write a word,
for if I knew a thing or two,
my meaning would be useless.

And if I write, I am vain...
vainglorious, for example;
but, yet, the courage to dress up,
starts in children everywhere.

Children are not holy,
and to that I bring the blame,
grind me up in the mill, I dare ye!
To which I can taste the sane.