If I can’t do the things that I believe in,

And I can’t believe the things I do,

What does that say about me

But that I’m human,

And that I live somewhere between 

True and Not True?

If I struggle endlessly with dogma,

Until I’m tangled in theory up to my neck,

Who will go and stir the roux,

So that supper won’t be wrecked?

I catch a visage in a glass,

Behold a message from my face,

“Welcome to the human race,” she says.

So if I can’t do the things that I believe in,

And I can’t believe the things I do,

Then I’ll believe in doing the things I can’t,

And won’t give up until I CAN do 

Whatever I want.

But that’s just me.

-jenn