Shut off my brain from the things I cannot change
A disastrous catalyst contusion
My how the mighty winds of thought trap me in a haze for days I cannot escape
I dance around with coalescing crimes in the back of my mind
Day by day I tread my feet through sand
All my dreams are wallowed out trees
Hollow from the sands of time
Always seeking, never seeming caught in what I find
How long must this continuing follow?
Am I chasing shadows?
Put your faith into tomorrow…
See yourself become a part of the machine
A wanderer, a vagabond
He makes light of the sounds in his head
Keep pressing onward until it is time for your death;
a toothless demon gnawing at your flesh
I am but fading smoke
What is my reason?
When do I rest?
These words I write have already been written -
Etched out by clouded historians
We’re all just grazing cattle,
A groan of repentance barrels out of the marshy waters of my soul
How long do I tread in bitter cold?
Confusion is not how this was meant to be
Get down on your knees,
Beg and plead
Call out and shout to the Giant in the sky
Whispering tears fall down like knives
He’ll pick up your sorrows from on High
In due time
"Patience is a virtue," the crowds do hum, as the truths of sorrow beat down like drums
Oh, how I wait for my redemption from a saving Son
I will keep seeking,
And keep swaying
In an isolated being
Always searching through a mind of clay