Rocks sliding down a river bed
Towards the boundless sea
By water they shrink and shed
Never to be free
What they lack in choice
They have in purpose
Part of a bigger whole
No need for rambling
Arguments like noise
Yet even that is an illusion
There is no greater plan
People try doing what they can
It only leads to more confusion
A final consolation
Could be found in a group?
Well if you can deal with the frustration
Of trusting, and jumping through every hoop
Then what do you follow?
Is there anything to do?
Follow a God
You do not know?
Whom you hear about
But never see
And even if I throttle along
The God never chooses me
‘He has a purpose for you’
So ‘they’ say
Towards whatever place I stray
It’s the best when I obey
Even if I get ‘lost’
it’s part of the ‘greater plan’
But if that’s correct
I feel like his neglect
My purpose should be mine
whatever I do should be fine
And never a crime
The only purpose Gods are good for
Is the purpose I give to them
Cause I do be lost sometime
And then I briefly need a helpful chime
