Is understanding the real question...
Or even that you disbelieve?
Is it not rather a matter of courage --
Or its lack -- that robs one's faith...
(For, as the saying goes...
Is not faith without works dead?)
Childhood -- poor, pat excuse
For men who act like boys.
It's not a voice outside you seek;
The one screaming within
You somehow stubbornly ignore.
You are right about one thing...
That one forever remains the same.
Yet, the reason that you're wrong
Is that so you do as well.