God

Sometimes I question
the very existence of you
my very faith in you
as you lurk behind my every thought,
my every move and mistakes
taking account of my deeds and misdeeds
what rights do you have?
who gave you that? who are you?
who made you and what are you doing to me?
where are the answers,
and where are you, by the way?

All my courage and endurance,
my devotion and motivation
my sublime humanness and kindness
are to keep me in track for your reward,
you punish me when I think I deserve good
you reward me like a friend in my despair
but most of the time I feel abandoned anyway,
with or without you
I don't really care that much.