1,000 Paths
Stuck at a 1,000 way road
Right way to my north
Right way to my south
I could go on many trails
So I choose my best guess
I walk for miles
And the people's smiles
Or words of encouragement
Tend to move me along
I've walked for years now
The people's grins seem like a lie
But it's a sin to go off the track
You see, my friend went another direction
I hope he's having more luck
But deep down I know that he's not
However, my doubt must never be caught
I wish I could go back now
And tell the new travelers to give up
For God isn't on any road
No matter how far you go
Gods are a pathetic dream
And my atheism is merely
A refusal to play this impossible game
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