Gidians
Why are we here, for
The bible is full of logical thought
By people that think
Not a caveman
Looking for food
I guess that time never existed
What doesn’t fit we discard
A carefully placed package
There are no seams
The joints fit so neatly
In a wonderful book of fireside dreams
When I die I will be alone
Why change the habit of a lifetime
Loneliness is a human creation
That he pondered upon
Why waste emotion whatever form
Why should we suffer
For his mistakes.
And why do you
Change the way I feel everyday.
