Please Do Hesitate Sometimes

What is this god of mine? That I’ve constructed to reveal, My brimming hopes and my real glances, My bright intentions and all my farces, For him to befriend me in prances. This imaginary friend beckons me to procure, Stability for my everyday goings on, And so he can’t be a preexistent god, But only one human’s invention, A product of many post societies, And so a mirror of contemporary adulation. I ask him about my cousins, And what i should weekly buy, At the supermarket of much choice, Asking him to soothe my voice. But pure action does not need questioned, The daily is your business, Because we well with good intentions, Not voids of the insidious. I talk to him, or her, each day, To connect with my future destiny, Dismissing today’s science and research, Into tomorrow’s ailment i suffer from silently. Only, the finger of god never occurred, But apparently nothing existed, To build life, space and minerals, To create sex and make intelligence, And negotiate the detested.