Do you remember your first thought?
You know, when you dropped on this Earth
And in your head you murmured your first words?
What were they?
Who
What
When
Where
Why
Is cool and all, but that's not right.
I asked myself, Is this it?
Life, Earth, secular life is all about this?
And I stopped and I trembled,
And my paint chipped and crumbled while a symbol hovered over all of us.
To this I used to trust,
I broke loose and thrust
Up into the crest of the crust
And the rest of the rusty gates.
I said no more to trusting faith.
Jump, look down, fall, sit.
Look around at life and asked "Is This It?"
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