"Atheist"

I stall a little longer - no hurry,
He thinks it is a dilligence or a love,
And I suppose he may be right,
For I know my own reasons no better than anybody
Who knows not the cause of anything much.

But coming to my comprehension,
There is the reason I would give (true or not),
They rush off for cliques and communities,
To mix, to return, to mix once more,
In a neverending cycle, free of monotony.

I have a different agenda.
One I hate to think.
I rush off to nothing,
Only a silent empty room.