I think too much and about everything

Does faith exist without our doubt?

Can we believe while never wavering?

Is this true faith that preachers spout?




I think too much and about everything

Are people good or evil-clad?

Or is this thought of these too severing

Can stains exist on a stained pad?




I think too much and about everything

Do we live life by choice or fate?

Can freedom be in actions following

A certain act, retort, debate?




I think too much and about everything

I question questions that I ask

And once I know, again I question them

I’m drunk on probes I might unmask




I think too much and about everything

Though is the key that I must stop?

For without thought, might I be burying

The aim for this, soul-body swap?




Viktoria Nikola