Can we but verbalize
the collision of a thousand thoughts, oozing like vapours.
Or identify the mixture of
the morning fragrance.
though it breeze different in the north, seeming nothing like the south.
For the morning' birth is differential...
A total dwindle.
So my petals attempts blooming
and thorns gathered also.
And if for me love is an option, then that will never be...
For I am Just! thus my fight never begins at the square, against the world in her orbit.
It all started in here when she drifted and altered mine.
I look to my world
and i wonder where its heading.
Not so that I misplaced the compass; but that there was no compass from onset..
My captain is but my compass
For He's familiar with our course..
Times He drives fast enough
that it sends shivers.
Times slow enough
Upon dark skies
and stormy black waters, that I wonder whether we'll ever arrive.
and seldom still enough,
Giving the meaning of been lost.
We still continue despite
For He's a good captain
My compass My course..
Many times the day assumes
the night, such that it has no end..
It dwells like tomorrow is but an illusion
and that the tunnel becomes darker in our proceedings.
Then we look without, perhaps to borrow a ray from love, friends or family ...
Slaying! they say they have none to spare..
for it seemed their rays fits the darkness they see.
And to lend a spark will lead them to doom..
Pastor says "all will be well"
Family says "I believe in you"
Mentors says " keep your head above water"
Motivations matters too
But we need a hand up...
Draw your meaning
Drink your thoughts
For the lord is my Shepherd...
