Dialogue with a Deity

What?
Is the point
The joint
Between effort and purpose
Money and the purchase
The penny of thought
Threading it all together
Whether heading
to forever
Or treading
to never
To happily ever after
or the hereafter?

Why?
Am I here
After several failed flights
On pale moonlit nights
I'm no more salient a sight
Than the sparrows in clouds
that shroud the harrowed, disallowed
from the proud
This allowed the crowd to shout aloud
Hypothesize why they've been ostracized

Why?
Why fly with eyes wide
Pie in the skies
When those up high
Can't empathize
You just fly above the rivers of tears I cry
An expropriate like industrialized labor
I labor with longing in my eyes
I can't belabor these years I've sighed
For the years you implied you'd arrive

When?
Will this coil untie
then and only then
Can I be at rest
Effaced from the temptress' tempest
You create a your behest
Ne'er caressed
By your hand
Nor pressed to your breast
Lest I make you ignore the rest
Of your groveling masses
But time passes different
This inference I made as a mortal
Difference being,
We're different beings
And being coy is so easy
At least when immortal

Who?
Are you, I mortal
You of infinite nature
To you, I am, an infant enraged or
dismayed at his misplaced ball
or that he chose to obey gravity,
not standing tall
A game you always play
Though I've never won,
I'll roll the dice on paradise
I'll always roll a one
Paralyze to play the role of one
One who can't devise a device
To entice the One
Who are you to say it's done
When it's not yet begun

Where? Have prophets ordained
You'll fall from the main?
The rain in Spain
I maintain that it falls mostly on the lame
When brain storm showers rain of acid
Flowers sprout only to die again
on your plane of existence
Pistons cause you to cross reality
to crash in the fallacy
that somehow your individuality
is more than mallady
of inequality afforded you
By an elevated salary of adoration

What?
What's the scenario
You get to carry over
A million hearts in one hand
All I get is the buried hope
that I might know life is in your command
I say no to your monument's remands
Pedestal and on you wait
These soul in your magnifying glass reticle
bent to live regrettable
pining, whining, forgettable lives
All in awe of you