Something like it never lasts quite long enough.
Desperate to grasp the last thread as it slips through the gate///but too ignorant to make a decision.
I wonder how far we will actually get at the pace we're treading.
Or if making progress is the same as making protest.
Pushing and pulling within different points of views.
Why are you trying so hard.
Your Abba wants you to settle into His peaceful rest.
Calm down.
Breathe deep.
Look up and down every once in a while.
The view straight ahead isn't too exciting.
Try examining your surroundings and not just your path.
He strategically placed all things around you.
When every word is a foul reminder of past memories and future pretenses:::
I ponder on the empty thoughts that lead to my destruction.
Is it ok to purposefully drown my thoughts from my body?
Or should I allow my words to spill into your hands so that you may throw them at my vulnerable back when I'm least expecting it?
Correct.
I am as strong as you think///
but not as cunning as you suppose.
Take me for what I am.
Not what your vindictive thoughts have manipulated me to be.
Honest///yet scared.
I fall into the opposition of my poster child.
I don't want to disappoint a single thing.
What say you?
A duel to the death, I suppose.
The sooner the better, I suppose.
The masks are wearing thin///&&& soon all things new will be exposed.