The Religion

The dawn is blue

I see the sky

Through millions of clouds


I was raised

Looking at the sun

But I live

In clouds and mist


Inside the mist

Water sticks to me

Corrupting my mind

Making me believe

I am one with the mist

Since I live

As the mist

Dressed in white

Saying nothing


The damp ground

Sucks my feet

Trying to make me believe

I should be inside it

Colored like mud

It repeats the words

Over and over

Until all I hear

Is mud squelching



When I step on a tall hill

I see the same sun

I saw in childhood

Is this the right spot?

The ground at my feet is dry

Leading me down

A path

Am I on the right path?/!

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