Pondering God’s existence, I often wonder why

we imagine something magical away up in the sky.

I think if God existed his feet’d be upon the ground;

down here where the common folk – the gullible are found.

For us common folk love fairy tales to give ourselves some hope

and free ourselves from the truth of mortality’s tightening rope.

But today I think I’m happy to accept that I will die

without the need for a saviour to come down from the sky.

And that thought liberates from religion’s constant fear

that if I don’t do just what I’m told then Purgatory’s near.

Instead I have the freedom to choose the path I’ll take

not based on fear of sanctions some fairy god might make.

I’d rather choose the path I’ll take from what I think is right.

Then if I do it differently I don’t have to fight

against imagined Demons I’ve implanted in my brain;

I simply make my choices and learn from my own pain!