I wanted a lot
I wanted a lot, back in the day.
Ultimately, all I got was dreck.
Only that which I gave, gave worth.
What I believed, what I did.
All my art, all my knowledge, held true.
Okay. Focus. Let’s assume god only
Came to be in the perfervid dreams
Of men: utterly sincere, and bat-shit crazy,
Then shaped into a true religion
By a man whose vision was far from fevered.
Back away from the god-is-business meme.
Show by your actions that you’re worthy.
Let the dead past be and motor on.
Believe in your art, not some pious prince
Who says he’ll save you. He can’t. You can.