Well, I used to pray to God every day;
he was the only man to who I could say
whatever I please as long as my knees
were bent the right way. So I strapped on my kneepads
because I had some bad needs; I needed some feedback
about my mad dreams.
I crept next to the bed slow,
clenched my hands, and laid my head
on the pillow. I just wanted to mumble
and I wanted God to reply, "I know."
Isn't that the ultimate flaw?
We are trapped in this world of universal law
with no idea of what anything means; how do you
distinguish between truth and your dreams
when everything could be the exact opposite of
how it seems? Who knows what the next corner brings
and who's really to say God's the creator of things?
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