Sometimes

Sometimes everything seems
a made-up story
explaining that which
cannot be explained
a buffer for our fears
that all we suffer
is life at its worse
and all we love is but
us trying to justify
why we exist.

Take away all religion
all seeking, prayer
meditation–the act of withdrawal
get rid of mystics, saints, gurus
leave only us plain folks
and what kind of world
do we have
self-centered beings
who sometimes do nice things
living, procreating, dying
generation after generation
occasionally asking
“Why?”

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