Of all the many wishes that I cast into the universe
Day after day
An obvious one
‘I wish I knew what to wish for’
A thing I could point to
With hope, pride, passion
And say, there, that’s what I want. To do. To be.
But it’s like trying to catch smoke
And sooner or later, it disappears
Do you know what they tell me?
That it’s all part of God’s plan
But don’t forget
It’s your life to live
So you’re in control
So better take control
Even if nothing’s really in your control
Because of God remember?
Or your horoscope? Or the planets aligning?
I hear it and you hear it
Kismet, luck and fate
All that inspirational drivel
That’s just begging for you to believe that there’s a point
Please, believe there’s a point
To all this
Because if not
Can you even answer that?
What is your label?
Are you a complacent believer, or a doubtful believer?
Are you a skeptic? A realist?
Do you like dream catchers?
Or are you a flat-out atheist? And of all things, or just religion?
And to round this all out
Does it even fucking matter?
Luckily I’m no authority
On any of this
I don’t make the rules, I don’t have to think too hard
All I have to do is pick a side
And hope it fits
And let’s hope it fits
Even if it comes on like a misshapen glove
Fuck, at least it comes on
And for you
I hope you don’t have to pick
I hope that fire in your belly, that drive
That it comes naturally
So you never have to struggle and wander in the dark
And I hope that it feels like it was made just for you
Hand-crafted and gift-wrapped just for you
And if that is the case
I do so envy you