@AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage
I'm Just A Lonely Basketball Player
Green felt itches my skin
His voice hopes to sink in
I'm a sinner, I'm going to hell
And I'm going to be by myself
I can’t write songs with a chorus
Every day I use a thesaurus
But I hope you’ll sing along
To one or two of His songs
This is not my story but I'll recount
His buried bones remain un-found
But no worries, let's focus on the now
When a little boy broke his vows
Flickers of the saved souls surround him
Justification has never abounded
How can I know if my brain is real?
It's not like He will ever reveal
They told him that love doesn't exist
"Just a chemical in your brain", they'd insist
"It's science, it's your conscience"
Because they need a correspondence
I don't believe in non-believers
But, God knows doubt is a fever
Why do bad things happen to good people?
Why would Perfection bleed for the evil?
Dissatisfaction in a world full of detraction
Contraptions for reactions
It's exaction or you're a distraction
Give them a transaction, you're just a fraction
He tells himself "It's only fear"
As if laziness isn't primary
They noticed him disappear
But they only treated him like Mary
Never given the chance to say goodbye
He assured them he will return
As he ascended so high
With no intention or concern