Ending

I’m done pretending
Done focusing on the ending
Done with the messages they’re sending
An exercise in the power of inventing
A god, a structure, a tithe they’re spending
They forgot the curtain and it’s rending
Abandoned the garden and its mending
Closed eyes and forced behaving
Hypocritical pontificating

Said a prayer for a quicker ending
Asking for a sign that you met me
That you listen to a heart that’s been offending
That you’re even worth comprehending

Then the words pierce through
You can’t demand of God
A friend’s voice on the ear
You can’t understand God
Stop pretending