do you believe in the light
that falls from heaven like stars
that feeds the growing blight
while good people starve
do you believe in the dark
that rises up like a spring
that swims through like a shark
while you watch on the brink
do you believe in the space
that falls inbetween us
that whispers like love displaced
while we all learn to mistrust
do you believe in the truth
that you have only seen
that flashes above your lonely roof
while you huddle and keen
do you believe in the fall
that comes from disbelief
that ends in standing tall
while believers shake like leaves
do you believe in the ink
that scribbles your life in the margins
that teaches you how to think
while bliss is at a bargain