going through the motions of trust
I don’t entertain false notions of faith
but in what should i place
my hope when i’ve known less
treat it like it’s human
with a human face
with blood that’s red
but even blood’s shed over less
out of place resent
can we please hate over something more than less?
prejudice bickering over differences, repent
but even innocent get crucified over less
I know, it never ends
so I paid my debt to nothing, and left
it all behind again
even fugitives flee over less
never to look back
but still, dearly devoted, it greets me going forward
so I endure another motion
placing faith in less
