Today I mourn the loss of God,

The day they say man controls his destiny with thoughts.

That day,

That maybe close or far away,

In the past or future, who can say.

But, does a mans actions solely define who he is?

No definition from a lovers gentle kiss?

No credit to give anybody else who exists?

No others from history in the whole human race?

No thanks to other beings of Earth, is there no space?

No nothing beyond, because it hasn’t arrived yet,

No spirits or memories to guide you at night I bet.

So today, I mourn that loss,

And each and every day whilst man is it’s own boss.

This is how much tomorrow may cost,

If I’m not now, I probably will be lost.