Was it such a crime to ask
Where is God?
early questions like that
got me in a mess back then
imprisoned for searching for truth
I would sleep-talk false presumptions
that continued to snitch on me
which made it impossible
to appeal the court’s decision
there seemed little chance of parole
until one of my inside lawyers
poked me in the ribs and
fiercely whispered
Open your eyes and look around
Just admit it! He’s everywhere