Wondering where to go from here.
Blundering through all the fears
The tears mount and surmount
The years of self-imposed jeers.
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 that throne.
I only own this life on my own.
No one else’s to bemoan. Wonder how to get away from here.
I am done with all those fears
The tears shed will amount
To nothing over years. Heaven is the finest place you’ll ever hope to find.
Maybe in the sweet relief of life.
The sweet relief of lies.