I see some kind of future on the horizon.

I suppose that is better than nothing

And I ask God what is wrong

Why does the shit keep a happening

God

Why does all my good karma

Seem to add up to nothing?


God

You show yourself to me

But then life is full of nasty stuff

So what now?

How can I keep moving

When my platters seem so cold

I have to live with


God just some something

That is all I want

Something

Even a sign.