the will

how long will you walk
this road to nowhere,
carrying the burden
of what you seek,
of what you think
you don't own?
how long will you spin
like a tireless dervish,
drunk on a love
you can find only here,
in the sweat of your skin?
how long will you strive
to gather in huddles,
to hold secrets
that must be ripped apart,
thrown up and strewn ?
how long will you pretend
that you are god,
in search of other gods
to hold your hand,
when you must walk here
as an ordinary human,
utterly, utterly alone?

for there is no god.
only this human.