They never stop searching for a thing I can’t see
It boggles my mind and confuses me.

Just a glimpse of a vision of what doesn’t exist
It is like not clenching your hand, but still making a fist.

Some people can see what just is not real
but becomes partly visible. It is something they feel.

They always keep seeking. They simply can’t help it
They always keep searching, while I see only Bull-Shit.

And so they build Churches; this proves that it’s real
A monument to  truth in wood, concrete, and steel

Yet all that I ask, and I ask nothing more
Wait for me at your church.    Don’t come bang on my door.