Meeting of Minds

I have believed false things. I do confess
I wished to see God's countenance, my face
To his face — I shan't rise above my place,
I will be satisfied and will not press.
I thought the truth would set me free, duress
Become my dearest friend, the empty space
Inside my forehead growing at a pace
That outstrips fear or joy. This was a guess.

I estimate that I have now believed
As many falsehoods as there are false stars,
As many wrong roads as there may be cars
To drive them, and I think I've been deceived
At least as often as I've been relieved
To learn I wasn't. We will meet in bars.