No one ever says anything perfectnThough it surely seems like it sometimes.nSome of what they told me was true nBut some of it was liesnSo I’m choosing my religion.nnIt’s not hard to begin and you don’t need to finish,nIt just goes on and on.nIt changes every moment of every single day,nAnd it helps me never to stop before I’m tired.nnStitched together, patchwork, piece-meal,nFrom Steinbeck, Mason and Harper Lee of course,nBut saying that you don’t have to be a genius to add to it.nMore or less anyone can toss their coin in the cupnAnd you can bet your lungsnThe goal is always the samennTo keep you all happy, you and everyone who isn’t listening.nTo keep my head in the clouds and my feet on the precious groundnAnd it helps me always to try, and not care if I should failnnIt just goes on forever,nAnd gets better and better,nThere’s no finish line.nnSome mornings I wake up and get out of bed take a look around and I see nothing but snakes,nAnd I think to myself ‘what the hell am I gonna do’nBut if I squint my eyes really tight up into my face I can see the laddersnThey’re poking through!nnThe truth is out there and so is the lienYou can find out which is which if you trynAnd you try, and not care if you fail,nJust tie another reef in the sail,nAnd keep one eye on the snakes while simultaneouslynKeeping your aim on the first rung of the laddernYou’re in it, you’re choosing your religionnDon’t stop now it’s just the beginning,nAnd there’s no finish line in here,nYou’re choosing