My Agnostic Heart

God, if you're real

Send a sign

C'mon, just seal the deal 

These people say you are 

and expect me to believe the same 

But I'm just not sure 

My agnostic heart needs proof 

How can I believe in someone or something 

I can't see or hear or feel or taste or smell?

Where's the evidence?

How can I even know if you're real 

and not some made-up fairytale?

I have questions that no one can seem to answer 

They change the subject 

Or tell me to "just have faith"

Or try to shame and blame

me for my honesty 

but I don't play that game 

Why should I believe if I don't even know your name?

God, if you're real

I need proof 

I need answers 

Where's the evidence?

My agnostic heart can't just believe 

In anything 

It's 2a.m. and I'm wide awake 

I'm watching these YouTube videos 

Just hoping to fall asleep 

I find some on a human brain dissection 

And I don't know why 

But I'm drawn in 

Watching this guy cut and saw into the cadaver 

And pull the layers apart 

And something begins to change

in my agnostic heart 

Think

People tell me that I think too much 

And that I'm lame 

But I tell them to shush 

They don't think enough 

And are scared to use their brains 

I can't help that I think so much 

It's just the way I am 

I have to know how and why 

And let my mind create 

And just be free 

I truly believe that a mind 

Is a terrible thing to waste 

And that knowledge is power 

If you stop thinking and learning 

You stop living 

And if you stop living 

You die 

You die just like a flower 

That doesn't get sunlight and water 

It's wilted and depressed 

Dead, a distressed mess

So tell me why would anyone want that 

So I 

I will continue to think and create

And will continue to believe that a mind 

Is a terrible thing to waste 

I will not die as long as my mind stays alive