Belief Poem by asef fakih

Would it be weird
if the long and lonely path of life
seemed like a glimpse
of what I expect.
The vocal controversy of beliefs
gets tired of useless debate.
I surely don't feel right.
I feel insecure from my own logic.
Tragic stories seem funny while
I think, what if,
the sky one day was not promised
to fall apart, the sun was not
promised to burn out.
Belief of future is far beyond life,
It never binds us
to the blue, beloved planet,
but it makes us love our life more.
The life of a non believer fades
they do not see,
no site, no visions of the promised land.
They are the fading shadows.