Experience - A poem about faith

Experience.

God’s ironic way to say ‘You already know.’

Free will. Hope. Defiance.

Why? Why not?

A fly hitting the same spot on a window, hoping that this time it will be open.

This time? This time? Maybe this time…

I am the fly. Hoping the glass won’t be there.

But I am also the world. Seeing myself going for a new window.

Disillusioned and sometimes cynical.

I know maths. I can calculate possibilities.

Though I can not help but wish for the glass to disappear.

Human nature?

Faith over experience.

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