Faith Junkie

Faith Junkie

Can you give me a taste?

I am a junkie for your faith

To believe again I would be amazed

To say that anything makes sense in this haze

All stunted pragmatic there is no earned, there is no tragic

Just what is and what is not, what you don’t have and what you’ve got

Can not find a reason to use reason, to barter on the purpose to pray

Crying out for a feedback like a love on a locomotive re-tracked

To the journey to nowhere reverted and the jury reads the verdict

As if there was a concept of justice to be believed in

There is a savior and there you see him

Holding your hand or on his shoulders on the footprints in this beach

Stomping boulders

In the titan shadow infinitely gigantic and minute to the marrow

Of every cellular construction permeating every bone in a song

Sung from the septillionth throne in every molecule connected

In this universe directed by nothing but free will

Yet monitored for what will amount to a question of concern

That love is just the caboose to a road we traverse blindly

Faith for a consequence of any kind seems snidely hallow 

Wanting a dictionary that does not exist in the hands of man

Can you define love, hope or faith definitive to help us plan?

Any solid day to move forward upon without substitution

For a journey begun upon, with a clear potential destination

Seems an impossibility that the only confirmed possession

Is our own mortality

And the sadness swells like pickle jar hells captive and drowning

In the brine of a resounding continual autumn for a fantasized spring

Permanent stasis without a word from the king, All of it scribed

But two thousand revolutions around a sun, and billions of years before

And apparently nothing was done