Born to Rant

My greatest thoughts
about God’s creation
seem to get lost
in the translation
like shadows in Plato’s
cave they aren’t much
compared to the sky
and Her masterful touch

But it seems that I was
made for the trying
just like a sparrow
is made for the flying
or maybe a chicken
is made for frying
or maybe tears
are made for crying

You see? Even when I try
to stop, I can’t.
That’s why I believe
I was born to rant.

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