journal 35: poetry is my life

Religion is just another word.

like hope

and faith

and god

and pain

and love

it doesn’t mean anything.

All it means is that we are weak

Weak to put such faith in things

To think there is something beyond this.

But…

I guess im just as weak.

Because I would die for these things.

Cause if there was no hope.

Cause if their was no faith

And if there was no god

And if there was no pain

And if there was no love

Then we would be nothing.

We would have no creativity

We would have no ideas

We would be in caves still,

Trying to make fire.

And I wouldn’t be alive

Yes we are weak.

And yes we are fools.

But id rather be the fool,

Then the coward.