sometimes bad things happen to good people
sometimes nothing happens at all
or a stranger falls asleep beside you on the plane
and you have no idea of whether or not she is a good person or bad, and whether falling asleep on the plane
will have positive or negative consequences
you put yourself in her shoes as we're told to when we feel inclined to judge,
you weigh it out:
she may miss the greatest movie ever or skysnack might be chicken masala
she be up all night upon arrival in vancouver and so in no shape for the job interview come 8am
or she could be the holy mother herself sacred and secure in her circadian rhythms with no interest in chicken, matt damon or early morning interviews.
of course it's hard to know what's going on sometimes
i leave so much up to trust and faith and hope and fate at this point
that i fear i can't shake my religion despite my whoring, gambling and filth
so i embrace it cautiously leaving the supernatural to the storytellers
and keep just the good word
what's the good word? my uncle you used to ask me
what's the good word?
what's the good word?
i ask the internet and it tells me: TO HELL WITH GEORGIA!
my son asked me what god is
i said, god is love, without hestitation
i believe it is the truth
but that's about it
i mean
jesus christ
