I sometimes lose myself in myself
Thinking of the past, of pain
Coming back to the present, with joy
Only to travel to a future, imagined with hope and curiosity

The god I grew up with wasn't the kind one

I let my thoughts rush through me
Because I want it all
I want to live every single second I have left
If only I could choose the duration of each second

The god I grew up with became a ghost

No god can be kind
And I ever needed any god
To find the kindness within