Young Heretic

-A boy has been raised to believe in God. Never has he fully understood why he believes. Though he cannot question for fear of frightening peers, he still searches for answers.

I can only hope

That everything you tell me is righteous

Because I cannot see it all.

I can only inherit it for my own safety.

With no revelation of what this all means

I’ll keep believing there is something

And only hope that I am living life with a meaning.

But who are you? Who are you, god?

What am I looking for?

Am I afraid to search so I can keep my image clean?

Or should I cross this line, because I feel so alone?

I’m only feeling alone.

Am I the only one who feels like I’m living a perceived lie?

With no revelation of what this all means

I’ll keep believing there is something

And I can hope I’m living life with a meaning

Or am I living life for nothing?