My child you are looking in a wrong place,
For the very thing you don’t understand.
Knowledge isn’t given to everyone.
I don’t speak to those who are interested.
I speak to those who dismiss this fully.
Annoyingly pursuing what isn’t,
Yours for curiosity in a wrong,
Name of religion. That is abuse, no;
Matter how you want to twist it in you.
Some will stare at a face of a teacher,
And never get a grace to understand.
Now Religion is to keep its secrets.
A life is a measure and a frame you,
Are the one making choices about who?