This poem is one in a long list of angry blasts that I have been aiming at the Big Guy upstairs. It goes to lengths helping me define the essence of my own struggle to define who my God is. It sheds light on the churning energies within myself as I try to make sense of the bumpy ride that life is. It is also my way of externalizing a fight I might be having all with my own self, all along. I have been told that we "create our own reality" and that we project onto God what we expect to see and experience. If this is true then I have some figuring out to do and that troubles me; the friction of this trouble erupts into poetry. I often write just to keep balanced.