Maybe all religion
is just our imagination.
We need to know we're waiting
for something more than fate.

Working toward more than
a well admired gravestone,
some memories in the minds of those
who used to call us friends.

Maybe all we pray for
is some comfort in the passing,
some belief that we are more than
creatures born to die.

We pity those around us
too blind to see their fate.
We are more naive than any
deemed less great.