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?