The God I Grew Up With Wasn't The Kind One

Photo I took when I visited San Juan-Puerto Rico
I sometimes lose myself in myselfThinking of the past, of painComing back to the present, with joyOnly to travel to a future, imagined with hope and curiosityThe god I grew up with wasn't the kind oneI let my thoughts rush through meBecause I want it allI want to live every single second I have leftIf only I could choose the duration of each secondThe god I grew up with became a ghostNo god can be kindAnd I ever needed any godTo find the kindness within