Dreaming of me

I threw words at some authority
Now I have to talk to some deity.
After all, I wanted to defy...
Excuses are not for the shy.

The authority does not exist,
You have to take this risk.
But who am I to tell you
What is really the truth?

We aren't here to fight,
To hardly dream at night
Of things we can't grasp,
Dreams of a forgiven past.