Asleep within a mental nested bed,
'belief' creates a stressless dream retreat,
whose fictions tame the tigers in the head
with promises of never-ending meat.
It's true that life without belief is bleak,
and living on life's terms, exacts a price.
Admitting time's a bitch and will is weak
with answers few, or none to be precise,
is very difficult, for most too much.
And so, a fable-fest whose odds are faint,
props most misgivings with a myth-built crutch
to shlep past Hell, where waits a savior saint.
Too much at stake to sever synch with Truth,
life's mysteries demand a trusty sleuth.