God

Hey, I know you Our words danced with each other Our eyes pulled and tugged but our parents made us stay We spoke about the number of holes in the ceiling tiles The girls we could never get rid of The number of cats we had But now your words are softer They take up space, the message grows and grows in my head Excluding all other thoughts We got to know one another Our words not leading to the weather anymore You told me you were gunna build a stairway to the moon I believed you Eventually our words centered on one, God. Do we need him or does he need us We were afraid to be struck by lightening So we hid, taped rubber to our soles built rods that could be stowed And talked some more Do we accept what we’ve been told? Or give anyone who tells us to follow the finger And find out the truth in our own way? Our words grew weaker till we found our very own treasure Some would say gold So then, I’ll be seeing you Rest well my friend, your words held me For so long, and for many years more I hope they are the pea that keeps me distant from complacent. Till then, I can’t wait to die and find out if we were right.