Scenario

In the middle row of the middle aisle
With my ticket for a rag,
I buttered up my greedy digits
Diving into the popcorn bag.
And, for a moment, I believed in good.

In the driver's seat, in the passing lane,
With my vector pointing east,
I played at Thomas Edison
To drown my ears in peace.
And, for a moment, I believed in good.

In the same old chair, at the same old table,
With my pencil scratching prayers,
I confessed I longed for evil things
Till I saw the blood He wears.
And, I hope, not only for a moment, I believed in good.