God
I’m told that god is all around me,
Are you in the good?
Are you in the bad?
Regardless I don’t feel you,
I never felt you.
What I would’ve given to know,
To feel your presence.
I’m told things would make sense,
That I need only open myself.
Words spoken by people, for you.
Books written by people, for people,
Truths stolen from the old.