[You never told me that you believed in me.]

You are an endless road and subliminal
messages, and unlike the god I've been raised to
worship you are not the alpha nor are you the
omega, a beginning or an end to a time when I will stop
realizing that my life does not revolve around pleasing
you, and you, and you and
You.
And you are my lifegiver but you are not my
mindfulness and my brain, nor the way I greet
companions with wide open arms and my laughter
when my mouth becomes satisfied with the smile it has
stretched into while I think of the day you will finally see
Me.