I have argued with God all my reasoning life
Or should I say with what my feeble mind
describes as god, but fleshly doubt is rife
with pangs of fear my vision might go blind
or that I must endure some plague each day
My brooding lasts the years, conflict persists
But slowly though, I realize in dismay
I bicker with myself and must desist
The wanting in my peace is not for needs
of gods but for a purpose in my essence
The age old riddle of the why of deeds
Is not solved leaning on a god\'s presence
The notion ever peddled by clever phonies
Who ask us to take penguins for ponies