Oh Really

And if you read; you’d see God is not there; so you say; This has a distinct smell of an opinion construed out of convenience We are; are we not regulated by feel, touch, smell, sight and hearing? Is it not a commonality that we as humans must always have the answer? And please assure me that this life is little more than a fleeting dream. And the philosopher chose to ingest poison rather than recount; And the astronomer chastised and exiled for daring to conclude the earth was indeed not flat. And tell me truly do you spout these ideas because of a higher understanding of words; Is it your supposed above average education that affords you these predictions; And where please tell me; where the certainties in this life really are; Was I ever really alive and how I ask does one know these answers? No one really knows what this life is all about; And those that think they do; are the ones who should have doubt And sometimes I wonder what they are going to do; When there cozy drams are shattered and reality shows through. Well I have read and done so with a certain degree of extended ability; If there is no God; please help us all I say. The air I breathe, the earth that feeds me; -- polluted. There is only but to hope; and God as a concept seems best equipped; To deal with this hopeless situation educated man has brought about Where will we end up if man is not answerable to some higher power? If I dare to conclude I know all I no longer learn; If I no longer learn surely I’m no longer alive; If I’m no longer alive than I am dead; And you-- are you really there; and are you really alive-- or are you just dreaming?