Faith

Some believe in philosophers, Scientists and analysts keen, Some in singers, musicians, actors, And some, oh horror, in politicians seen.

Someone once believed, now says He trusts in no one anymore, Yet by this very thing displays His faith in self—and nothing more.

To believe or not: a personal choice, For us and for the disillusioned soul, Whether to stay or find a voice, To live in bonds that aren't whole.

Someone above, He reigns supreme, Alone, the One deserving trust. He'll free you from the status scheme, For you're no counterfeit, just.

He sits in a wheelchair now, Because he loved to take his chance, Drove fast, reckless anyhow, Could fly, but couldn't end the dance.

Draw this parallel in spirit's light: God called us and gave us mind. Don't rush headlong into flight, Go steady while two legs you find.

Many broken youth, strong and bold, Rush their choices without care, Shattered spines, shattered souls, Now they rest in stillness there.