In this life we most hold dear,
Our presence's purpose is not clear,
Yet we continue to live without thought,
Of the niche in life we have forgot.

Few people speak and fewer listen,
Of the possible answers from our God's wisdom,
For I know I am one of the lost,
Ignorant of the words that he has taught.

Yes I have not a strand of faith,
In the one some look to as the creator of fate,
I deny his existence from the lack of proof,
And yet I know its possible that I deny the truth.

Why do I not believe like others do,
Why would he make someone that wasn't true,
If he created this universe and all of its laws,
Why would he make humanity to be so flawed.

Maybe independent will is his divine plan,
And I am following it to the very end,
Regardless to what my actions may be,
I sometimes wish his voice would find me.