Disrobing Ego
I have many questions for Him,
How will I know if I am good?
I know when I have been bad
And yet I am still granted soft wishes
Like laughs with lovers
And goosebumps from songs
The present remains
When I think I've been good,
So how will I know?
Perhaps begging the question is the answer itself
That is what I will pray for.
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