Prurient Agnostic Poem by Iann Mitchigun

Is it apathetic to disbelieve?
Or is believing naive?
What if no one hit the head
and I am bounded by imagination
Do I follow rules of your beliefs?
Or live by my own perception?
Why is it so hard to swallow
Just for me, just for me

Why is everyone so sure?
Or are they poisoned without cure?
I can’t see the proof that you can see,
is that a fault in you or in me?
If I wanted to believe yet I can’t believe
Is that not the proof that it can’t be.
Why is it so hard to swallow
Just for me, just for me