Sometimes I envy people
Who have never had reason to come to a place
Where they must question every aspect of their existence.
It seems to me that they know more than I do.

They know their sex with a surety that amazes me.
They know that they will meet the love of their life,
That they will never have to share their lives with
More than one person, That if the relationship fails
It means it wasn’t really love, That real love conquers all,
That sex is always and only right when it’s love,
That if they will love only one person, marry that person,
And live with that person, producing children, the rest
Of their lives, That their kids will be like them.

They know what church to go to, How often they need to
Go to get into heaven, Where to send their kids to school,
How to vote, Where to work, and what is Right and Wrong.

They know where to shop, How much credit they need,
Where and what to eat, Where to get a mortgage,
Which clothes to wear, and which side they’re buttoned on,
What to watch and with whom, and What is Wrong with This Country.

But God help anyone who starts to question.