I Am

A riddle in writ with few rarities

I am devout yet doubtful

I hear whisperings of a new world order

I see no such thing

I want time in my hands

I am devout yet doubtful

 

I pretend I see the future's faces

I feel the vibrations of swift movement

I touch the cold chrome of Metropolis

I worry if I will hold on

I am devout yet doubtful

 

I understand the path is narrow

I say I will not, could not fall off

I dream of lusty love

I hope for the children of  men

I am devout yet doubtful