Enlightenment

Could there be such a higher power?
Could divinity exist?
Could life be lived while sour?
Without the need to be fixed?

For every answer-less question
An angel gets her wings.
And for every earthly pension,
A child gets their means.

Within this world we call earth
A higher power seems to take hold.
But I must say, ever since my birth
I feel I've broken the mold.

For I don't feel a yearning for a Lord.
And lord-less I will remain Forlorn.