The mistrustful

He said I said she said we said they said you said everyone said no one said

perhaps the world spoke

perhaps nothing changed

perhaps everything and everyone flipped over their head

maybe I was born one time and then born again

maybe the window in my room is the door to hell

Or maybe the stars are eyes filled with rage

and maybe Jesus wasn't meant to die in pain

why do children cry at the instance of birth?

why does no one answer when I pray in bed?

maybe I have died and then died again

maybe the wind and the trees whisper my name...

Maybe