sometimes i like to think
that i have a little faith
that i have not given up on god
but maybe it's just bait
that i set out for myself
so i can get caught up in a trap
with no where to go
like a trophy on a shelf
and i'd collect dust
the only thing that i can keep
because i can't change the world
these words are practically free
if they will ever be worth anything
i will be quite surprised
becaues it will mean that poetry has gone downhill
my thoughts, they are unorganized
my thoughts, they are unclear
my thoughts, they are impure
my thoughts, fuck them
somedays i don't know
what i should believe
should i belive in love
or hope
or god
or just don't believe
in anything at all
but it's true that i know nothing
of death
or life for that matter
but maybe one day
i'll know who i am
and know if my thoughts
hold any potential
or any kind of worth
that i have a little faith
that i have not given up on god
but maybe it's just bait
that i set out for myself
so i can get caught up in a trap
with no where to go
like a trophy on a shelf
and i'd collect dust
the only thing that i can keep
because i can't change the world
these words are practically free
if they will ever be worth anything
i will be quite surprised
becaues it will mean that poetry has gone downhill
my thoughts, they are unorganized
my thoughts, they are unclear
my thoughts, they are impure
my thoughts, fuck them
somedays i don't know
what i should believe
should i belive in love
or hope
or god
or just don't believe
in anything at all
but it's true that i know nothing
of death
or life for that matter
but maybe one day
i'll know who i am
and know if my thoughts
hold any potential
or any kind of worth