Religion.

I believe that I deceive
myself with fond illusion.
To which I cling like a crazy thing
to dodge real world confusion.
I limit my indulgences,
in challenging abundances
of complex consternations of the mind.
A mentality non martial,
means perceptions must be partial
and I choose to be,
to many things, just blind.
Although I kick and squeal,
at each spiritual package deal
that markets myth as true and holy writ.
I envision with discernment,
a god of my own preferment,
and like the rest,
it’s just a load of shit.
In truth though I'm in doubt.
The jury is still out.
A god of my design?
An energy benign?
Well some things are so ... maybe?
O.K. Where do I sign?