Thank you for your interest in my
Made-up pretend life.
I managed to make music,
But not to make a wife.
I treasure my alone time though,
Just God and me but one.
Still trying hard to figure out
Why ancients called the Sun
Synonymous with the human soul.
Eventually I will.
I asked God once what to call him,
He told me later, “Bill.”
Sike! I needed that to rhyme.
He told me ‘Elohim.’
Because I didn’t ask,
But wanted to know
Just what that one word means.