The fundamentalist's argument

I hear you try talk sense to me

Saying "That thing cannot be

And if it is you cannot know

Your base of evidence's to low!"

But I stare blankly, listen not

Because in hell I know you'll rot

At all your words a sigh I heave:

You are correct, but I believe!

And if you say "But so do I!

Just something else!" I answer "Why?"

'cause arguments apply to you

But not to me; they never do.

It doesn't matter what you say;

It can't be true if you don't pray.

You can't be right, and never can;

You don't believe in Magic Man.

On reasons for living

I sometimes open up my eyes
To find my room is flooded bright
At such mornings, my soul dies;
If all is well, why should I fight?

Wondering

Friendship.

It's what we have

So much

So little

And I'm over

What never was

What almost were

What could not be

At least in theory.

So why is it

That when I close my eyes

Hide inside

And touch the air

It is you

I think of?