Maybe we are all just probes
collecting data
for the supreme being who is all knowing
because he/she/it
can see through our eyes
feel our joy and pain.

Maybe the hell we fear
is the hell we’ve created
lacking compassion and empathy
leading to sorrow. 

Maybe I am still on the hook
for the bargains I made
that I conveniently forgot. 

Maybe the lies I’ve told
and now believe
will count against me in the end. 

Maybe the best part about me
are the people that love me in spite
of myself. 

one day
I can collect all the right data
and understand.