Grasping For The Truth

It is all inside you

You who are you

what are you

where are you

when are you

Going to wake up

Maybe one day

Maybe Sunday

The supposed holy day

Okay okay

Religion can be a crutch

I don't like it so much

Being one with nature

Being one with the universe

who's first who's first

who's last

who will get to heaven fast

does it exist

or is it the summerlands

I know that's my place

I am such a disgrace

to all of those door to door jehovah witnesses

Get out of my buisnesses

Who are you

What are you

Does the book tell you

Done