Read it for 20 years.
Read it in parts.
Read it when I had to restart.
Lived it inside,
Wrote it in pen,
Wrote it in tongue,
Wrote it again.
When I released,
The curse or the song,
I thought my life was amiss,
With no tag-a-long,
But despite where I am,
I see it’s always true,
You are what you say,
And what people say to you.
Be yourself, be on a shelf,
Be a last first, or a bliss and a self.
Merry, merry, ordinary,
When I giveth, I rewind,
For one time Clear,
It’s a life nuclear.
Father’s given,
Invisible death,
I’m crying out,
Because I have become more than one day at a time, and it’s a long purpose inside where I’ve seen the blind words just appear with you being the last connection I made before time reappears. Thank you, because repenting is a lifelong task I would never do perfectly, but decently recorded. Guess Redhill, Guess the Church, Guess the evangelists, Guess it hurt.
I believe in something.
Unlimited human potential.
Because as I walked down the street,
I realized that all we do is not that meek,
And I encourage the soul I’m seeking,
To come back.
You.
That you live.
And may the eternal ending never start, the endless starting never end, and the perfect kindling always quell but stoke. You know what. I’m happy for the time, bless a soul that isn’t mine.
May kindling be confessed before I turn into a tree. Even though here I stare at her, I’m through with the promise. I mean nothing hurtful, I just want to save someone today.
Do I have to always go?
I don’t know…
It just does. And so it’s soul.
Clear & Precise Resumes 