I think I know what I should believe
In myself and in my morals
I think I know, but they tell me “no”
I should think different

I think I understand why I live this way
because of my actions and choices
I think I see how to change this
but they tell me it's Fate

I think I want to disagree
to believe for myself what is true
I think I can create for myself
“it is not my place”

I think they want me to conform
to ideals set by the invisible
I try not to think about it
and just feel what they do

I try not to think or question
how these people know so surely
that a belief can be infallible
or a theory blasphemous

I think it is impossible
to understand a ghost
I think it ludicrous to suppose
that an idea could be God