I'm not quite sure yet.

I don't believe in God, but I believe in a purpose.
I don't know if I'm just afraid of everything being a waste.
That every good feeling, every little moment of realization, every good deed was all for not.
Or maybe I'm just afraid I'm invaluable, that my existence has no reason,
that I'm not a part of anything larger,
it seems ironic, really.
Maybe I believe in God, just not our God.