There is a thing inside of me
A thing that isn't me
It tags along when I'm alone
Hiding somewhere in my bones
A temple office without a phone
A tiny brain within my own
It wants me to ask it something
It teasingly insists
God does not exist
But I do
It's both here and there, like within the atom
Where earthly laws do not apply
A separate me, a friendly phantom
A guardian angel in the sky
This thing inside of me that is my friend
A friend with a secret
And when I nag him to tell it
He respectfully resists
Teasingly insisting
God does not exist
But I do






By Per Gouras