think for yourself

hands reaching to the sky as it

comes crashing down

time’s up who is ready

whatever is next is unknown

faith is still a creation of man

as strong as it can be

man can tell a story long enough

it becomes accepted truth

not everyone hears the sound

one hand clapping louder

as the afternoon darkens

under clouds gray with doubt

logic remains the ruler of the mind

unknown whether I ever possessed

the required strength in faith

to be considered religious

maybe spiritual nothing more than

a thinker for myself

not ruling anything out

self-knowing hands-on in the mind

still swirling with confusion at times

some of the vast expanses may go unvisited

if limitations placed in the way of freedom

over all obvious contradictions the steps

that lead to a higher power imagine

view from pearly gates

or the fiery pit that is feared

and fearful people are easier to control

instead stand on logic’s stairs

and look both ways

as you take your steps

and think for yourself…