CLUELESS

kindness  
is my guiding light  
my blessing  
and my holy fight  
and all the gods  
can have their time  
dispensing hope  
in hearts and minds  
because we're lonely  
out in space  
trapped inside this scary place  
where mayhem  
always takes the reins  
and lovers leave  
and sickness pains  

and i can't guess  
what all awaits  
when my body  
meets it fate --  
something?  
nothing?  
either way  
i know I just  
don't have a say  
 
so, yes,  
i take the time to pray  
and feel the light  
and bless the day  
but i don't know  
who hears those prayers  
and life has taught me  
not to dare  
to guess at things  
i cannot see  
 
still,  
my faith  
has set me free  
 
and angels  
real or make believe  
dispense their gifts  
to clueless me