Faith

I woke up one fine day

In a form the earth called 'man'

I, with no roots to bind

I, with no name to carry

Wondered whether I will have a place

On this land, amongst this race

But what happened next 

Truly left me perplexed

For the world wanted me to have a name

The world wanted me to have a faith

An identity to judge, 

whether to be kind or hold a grudge

Fine! I said, My name shall be bubble

And my faith, love

For I'm naive and a newborn

And not yet corrupt

Fragile as water, clear like so

And with the wind I shall flow

They rebelled at the thought 

That I might be a pagan in disguise,

or worse, a nullifidian 

For there was no faith as love 

And no name as bubble

And if left to float, my faith shall be trouble

They gave me one last chance

To defend the body I own

From the spears, blades and stone

Choose a faith, they said

A faith from the panoply we have

And a name that reflects your past 

Alas! I knew not a crime that I commit

But hear, to my fate I submit

I knew one truth that what is born

Must fall to dust, forever gone

So life itself is barren if not for love

With that said, they hung me from the ceiling above