If there is no God then you are a fool,
If there is one, then I’m a fool too,
And if there is something else,
Something we haven’t thought of yet
We’re both fools. But isn’t it wonderful,
The kinds of things we can conjure up?
Things to prove and things to lose.
The pain of things gone horribly wrong,
And all we can do is put things right.
I’ve got a few answers,
Maybe you’ve got some too.
Together we can know the truth,
Or else tell one hell of a story,
Either way, we’ll take the world by storm.
But let’s start with the real facts,
We are imperfect and fragile,
We are curious and resilient,
There is only so much we can take,
And it’s all really not that fair.
The only thing that I can be sure of,
Is that in the end…
All is forgiven
Cloak Unfurled 
Nice to meet you, lovely poem!
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Thank you! 🙂 I am definitely no poet, but sometimes I feel a sudden flow of expression and this time I decided to actually sit down at the computer to write it out. 🙂
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It says quite a lot between the lines this poem of yours. 🙂
Love this especially:
I’ve got a few answers,
Maybe you’ve got some too.
Together we can know the truth,
Or else tell one hell of a story,
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Thank you so much! I was a little nervous putting a poem out there. If part of it connects with somebody then I am extremely complimented. 🙂
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I hear your true urge to share something and commit to dialogue.
I hear your enthusiasm of wanting to reach out and take in.
I hear openness.
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I can tell you are an excellent listener. 🙂
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🙂 Well,
Seemingly I have this “seventh” sense of hearing “between” the lines 😉 😛
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Well I try to leave too much out, I wouldn’t want it to seem like I was yelling to anyone. 🙂
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Yelling is good too sometimes 😀 🙂
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Yes, you are . . super !
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