falsehood.

like killing a bird with two stones, this is a waste of time.
throwing our hands to the heavens, praying. always praying.
stop selling yourself short.
absolution is not floating in the clouds.
keep reaching higher, your fingertips are still dry.
hanging above us are the great balls of fire.
each so magnificent but blinding.
"look!" cried the stable boy, "god!"
believing in falsehood can leave you blind.
god is not floating in the clouds, god is what you draw from inside.
splitting a river down the middle, fuck it.
i'll swim there on my own.