Contingent

If you are not real,

Then let the oceans burn

And the heavens drown

Let the mountains melt

And the forests freeze

Let the deserts scream

And the rivers weep

If you are not real,

Then silence the skies,

Because they’d be lying to me

And muzzle morality

For our compass would be false

How can there be art without an Artist,

Or love without a Lover?

If you are not real,

Then don’t let me live,

For I’ll have no reason to be

But don’t let me die

For I’ll have no place to go

Life will be a joke without a punchline

And death, a lobotomized dream.

But if you are real,

Then put your purpose inside me

Make me a man that is good

Show me a love that is strong

Give me poetry and electricity

And tell me what I’m supposed to do

And I will try, and fail, and try, and try.