Curiosity killed the cat

A cat you could call my faith

She had as many lives as the prophets you can name

Well all a king’s horses or a president’s men 

can bring back my heroes from dead

And neither can they even when they try

Still when the feeling hits me right

I kinda sense self-evidence 

I’m sure

In the moment I forget how all appears and what’s been said 

in her harmony I can see what he meant

Off the coast of nowhere is where we’ve ended up

Took a long look at liberty and got entangled in this stuff

Now I’m drowning in my discontent

Please let his silence denote the assent every slight nuance

and the glaring nonchalance its his intent

Don’t label me as believing in an all and too often underachieving

Hollowed hoaxing rumor of an absentee prime moving,

looming, laughingly late blooming holy host

Still when the feeling hits me right

I kinda sense self-evidence

I’m sure

Appearances aside

Adherences untied

In the absence of wit, I gotta admit it’s quite clear

In the absence of this, if in just a glimpse it’s quite clear