I Thy spirit,
Am in need.
Of a conference confession Overdue indeed.
When one leads a life Full of wish but lack of do Forced will,
Draws Clear lines
in an open book, from a distant heart.
Then we cut a life sized nugget of load
In the absence of Glee,
Often more than we can chew
This is what happens
When ambition obscures the view .
Life may happen along the way
Or one might seek the call,
Of shallow human play
And forego the instincts That suffocated Or is it I forgot to keep the soul medicated on a drug only pain can provide?
Why would he walk into the flames
And call himself wise?
No one can carve flaws deeper into the skin, than a man's own frown into his reflection.
And no one else can groom thy mind To take no offense,
or push past the blinds.
If only the time didn't have such a meaning,
No definitive course, or inconvenient intervening.
I'm tired of seeing a world
That never saw him
Not as he is Not as he was,
If he was ever here as him at all .
Perception is a stain that taints the destiny of a reality,
Where I have forced God to leave.
And then asked people to replace me.
