There’s no finish line.

Choosing My Religion



No one ever says anything perfect
Though it surely seems like it sometimes.
Some of what they told me was true
But some of it was lies
So I’m choosing my religion.

It’s not hard to begin and you don’t need to finish,
It just goes on and on.
It changes every moment of every single day,
And it helps me never to stop before I’m tired.

Stitched together, patchwork, piece-meal,
From Steinbeck, Mason and Harper Lee of course,
But saying that you don’t have to be a genius to add to it.
More or less anyone can toss their coin in the cup
And you can bet your lungs
The goal is always the same

To keep you all happy, you and everyone who isn’t listening.
To keep my head in the clouds and my feet on the precious ground
And it helps me always to try, and not care if I should fail

It just goes on forever,
And gets better and better,
There’s no finish line.

Some mornings I wake up and get out of bed take a look around and I see nothing but snakes,
And I think to myself ‘what the hell am I gonna do’
But if I squint my eyes really tight up into my face I can see the ladders
They’re poking through!

The truth is out there and so is the lie
You can find out which is which if you try
And you try, and not care if you fail,
Just tie another reef in the sail,
And keep one eye on the snakes while simultaneously
Keeping your aim on the first rung of the ladder
You’re in it, you’re choosing your religion
Don’t stop now it’s just the beginning,
And there’s no finish line in here,

You’re choosing