Calling it, the spirit of an atheist.
If I am witty
If I am deft
can only be real
beyond to the left
Pulling the strings
In my own little bubble
Doing all I can
To not cause any trouble
Playing with nothing
Stuff virtualy like clay
The playground of mind
I use every day
Pegging in the data
From the learing I do
Dot to dot big picture
That seems to fit like a shoe
I am of an age
now to be grown
Watching the outside
stateing it's groan
Gen's that are shifting
as science takes it toll
It's time to take back
that which they stole
The irony of the answers
Fill me with delight.
That there darkness of void
causing such fright
Deep dark and within
Sub and below
I am sure my own dark mind
Is the soul that I now know.
©wrennie
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