Atheistic Hymnal

something about a sour serenade somewhere. she ruffles through her bag and runs her fingers through her hair. gleemin in the glare caught in a momentary stare. oh lord they'd make a nice pair. worn out from the work of his mind he's constantly curious who stole all his time. "the whole world is blind and the sins i'm committing merely keep me from gettin mine." a circular second passed he wonders is she'll last or if he's doomed to rerun episodes of his own past. lettin new ones in is like a nightmare. scratchin and breathin. wakin from a sleep he can't repair. sins of his father and the failing of his mother. dear lord don't let this fate plague his little brother. an escape. a door to roll through. where he sees nothing but the full truth. somethin that'll finally feel the sink of his chipped tooth. light years away she might be thinkin of him on this very same day. head in his palms. still breathin calm. overwhelmed wishin he could find a shred of peace written in the psalms. shruggin through social pressures. every action on measure. breakin and bustin and blowin through tubes like that air compressor. if i had a match you know i'd contest her. but it's broke it's done. the thoughts in his mind slipped away locked up for another time. but i want it known how damn hard i try and how damn hard i wish for a better day. enough to make an atheist pray. the courage to shed shake down all my beliefs today.