Wondering where to go from here
Blundering through all the fears
The tears mount and surmount
The years of self-imposed jeers.
May just be the place between your eyes.
Maybe in the sweet relief of life.
The sweet relief of lies. Digging, pulling, needing, weeding.
Looking for the bottom of my soul.
So I can measure its depth.
I only know the heft. Deep into the unknown.
Would not want to own that throne.
I only own this life on my own.
No one else’s to bemoan. Wondering where to go from here.
Blundering through all the fears
The tears mount and surmount
The years of self-imposed jeers. Heaven is the finest place you’ll never find.
May just be the place between your eyes.
Maybe in the sweet relief of life.
The sweet relief of lies.