Sand

If you can heal the symptoms
 But not affect the cause
 It's quite a bit like trying to heal
 A gunshot wound with gauze
 If you instead attempt to wrest
 The pistol from the hand
 Then I would not be able to
 Equate my life with sand
 Flowing through the hourglass
 Pushing through the funnel
 Turn once more while racing
 All your siblings for the tunnel
 Slide and let the silicone
 Embrace you as you fall
 Then bounce and land you let
 Your brothers crush you to the wall
 I would choose my own religion
 And worship my own spirit
 But if he ever preached to me
 I wouldn't want to hear it
 I'd drop him, a forgotten god,
 Languishing in shame
 And then if I hit stormy seas
 I'd have myself to blame