Brush with Religion--I’m quite sure that we all have known formerly cool people who have gone over to the “dark side.”

We knew our love like we knew our way home;
We found our shining stone beneath the ocean foam,
Honed it to a point, drove it deep inside.
We had so much to show more than we had to hide.
We tore around the corners like a second-grade kid
When up jumped something that was carefully hid.I
thought it was something that was carefully hid.           
Brush with religion—put a goose in your step           
And a brand new flame in your heart.           
Brush with religion—we were almost home           
And now you wanna restart.
And now our love is like a second-hand dress
That you looked so lovely in when we would caress.
Now it hangs limp, un-pressed and un-clean.I
can’t run away with you to worship your king.
We tore around corners like a second-grade kid
When up jumped something that was carefully hid.
The genie left the bottle and I can’t find the lid.
Clutch at the vision, making revision,
Now you’re evangel instead of an angel.
I’ll stick with empiricals, you’re sticking to miracles.I
’m stricken with doubt; which love will win out?           
Brush with religion…