Faith

She said she’d lit a prayer lamp
To help him with his interview.
He said the lamp’s a waste of time,
“You trust in God, hunh? Good for you.”

“What’s wrong in having faith in God?”
“He’s just a myth, accepted lie.”
“What’s wrong in having faith in myth?”
“I’m getting late. My CV file?”

She handed him the printed sheet,
“You’re placing faith in future You.
A You who’s just a myth for now.
A lie you want accepted too.”

He pointed at his bullet points.
“They’ll hire me for things I’ve done.”
“In faith that things you’ve done induce
Predictions of the things you can.”

“I cannot do a single thing
If I cannot have faith in me.”
“Does faith in you somehow ensure
Tomorrow you will even be?”

“Of course I can’t. And nor no God.
It’s Randomness, Statistics, Luck.”
She pointed at the watch and said,
“I’ve lit the scented lamp for Luck.”