Religion Aug 26 '03    Write an essay on this topic. Tweet The Bottom Line No, it's not Gospel, exactly... What was I thinking? What did I know? The words rose up, but now They're sinking down to churn around below. How did I get here? Where am I now? And what am I gonna Do about it, and how, tell me how? I don't believe I can blame the Devil For anything I've done. I don't recall that I ever needed Help to go astray. Yes, I was born to be a goat, And I need a little room to run. And if there's a God somewhere, Then She's the one who made me this way. Yeah, sometimes I've just got to misbehave. Don't ask what "Truth" is. I have to laugh. Even Jesus wouldn't touch That one with a ten-foot shepherd's staff. My heart is pumping, My heart is jumping, My heart is thumping like A hammer on a fifty gallon drum. I don't believe the universe stops To listen when I speak. But sometimes I will find myself Talking to Her, like we're friends. Gonna stand on the deck of my pirate boat Though I know I've sprung a leak. Gonna raise my sails, and bite my nails, And run before whatever wind She sends. Cause the journeys are what matter, not the ends.

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