The problem is that I have a hard time believing in anything at all

I find it difficult to invest in the ideas of those who swear they've

Asked the questions

And found their answers

They ask questions to which there is no solution

So I know that they lie

I know their gods are stories

Pictures of humanity

Visions of possibility

Imaginations to quell insecurities

Ideas that are not truths

Formed on the lips of soothsayers meaning to soothe

A universal aching that hurts so badly

Their pursuits clung to eagerly by masses and soul searchers alike

Speculation fitting pieces and space missing in a puzzle

A jigsaw that isn't there

A third eye, and spoken unknown tongue,

Grasping to climb invisible rungs.