It’s like a web of disconnect,
It’s kind of like the wires of phones,
We’ve gone wireless now, I suppose,
But the doubt is in our bones.
You can’t see me if I’m not plugged in,
The vine won’t reach me alone,
I don’t understand what is more important
Than listening to the known.
I don’t understand so much,
But could it be because it isn’t meant to get?
The knowledge isn’t meant to frighten,
But surely we shouldn’t forget?
I don’t know so much
I could probably make a shirt
I’d say “I have no clue” in red and blue,
Like truth ground into dirt.
Justification, Apology, Indecision
We three friends are doubt.
We can fling and cry and laugh and parade
And ruin things about.
We look to the “weakest link”; that is where we’ll be
We’ll say a true dark joke
Trade some silly smiles
And do it all for free.
We attack from the inside
We sell our souls for righteous lies
Despite what we’re selling you
We only tempt for the price of Pride.
What more can I say to the three demented haunts
Who have fouled up this place?
I will say nothing,
I will sit and pray
I will ask for a little grace.
Does your Ruler come with inches and centimeters?
It may be more helpful with two,
One for the Gentile like me,
And one for you, the Jew.
Printed on the same ruler stick,
I cannot imagine a foot
I know that they are the same distance in fingers or pinches
They spread like pinches of soot.
Would you call me crazy
If I said it like you do?
There is goodness here with no ones’ name
What was once one Church is two.
Why are we divided if
We should just re-agree?
Surely the fear you’re walking on
Is greater than you and me?
Would guilt stop you if I looked you in the eyes?
Or can we just stop this pretense
So I can lower my disguise?
I cannot beg any further,
I can only open my eyes,
I will trust you and love you still,
Even through the lies.