It Might as Well Be Him

I don't know who or what to pray to.

This world doesn't make sense to me.

All I can do is plead, "Please god. Please god."

Do I believe in education? Or is it just another distraction?

Do I believe in religion? What's my road to redemption?

I need help. I want to rest.

But there is no time and no way

Because to stop now means being trampled by the crowd,

The world waits for no man and I am no exception.

Time keeps marching on and so must I

Or risk being crushed by its inexorable weight.

The ants go marching one by one.

Hurrah.

Hurrah.

I have to get up and go to work

And let fall by the wayside

Everything

And anything

I once gave a damn about.

And all the while I wonder

If he's getting loved enough.

I never ask the question if he's deserving of it,

I don't have the time to ponder those kinds of thoughts.

And if anyone deserves a love like that, then everyone does.

Case closed.