hey

I may not win you over with a single phrase

But I don't want to spend every word trying to find a mate

And most of what I say is rather fake

Somewhere along this train of thought a sentence I create

Eventually a little bit of sense I might make

Then maybe a little bit more serious, you could take me

If that day comes I'll do my best to keep from falling awake

Mostly  for my sanity's sake

Cuz it has been a while since I could sit back and simply contemplate

all of the wonderful things in this world that trip you up on your run to home base

Like sitting in a tree's shade, or a flowery vase, or her beautiful face

Actually, it's this whole damn place

it is really good at distracting you from  this race

even though it's more like a slow-mo run to your Lover's embrace

God is always willing to put more on his plate

Yes this did just turn into a spiritual statement

His unconditionally Holy Love is more than impossible to sate

So after all these words, I would like to know if you would go out on a date

I have been saving up and I have enough confidence to shake

these inhibitions, but I know that it is too late

to the next poor fool you have taken your gaze

and now I'm standing here wondering if it's just fate

I don't know for sure and I'm not one to speculate

Instead I will try to find a way to clean my slate

But I always tend to bite on this world's bait

Unfortunate cuz I don't want to get stuck in this world's reign 

I'd rather chill forever with He who is the only truly ordained

We humans try but it is all in vain

Even at our best we will never be the same

Not to discourage you from doing all you can to attain

that perfection that only He can portray 

Within this fickle human body such greatness can not be contained

All this writing and I still don't know what I am trying to convey

I'm just happy that these April showers are finally bringing the flowers from May

I am sure it's obvious now that I have nothing left to say

Nor do I have anything right to say

So I'll say something wrong again and again

until I finally lay my head down to rest

the only thing guaranteed is a past to forget, 

this moment is only waiting in line to jump out of your mind to find 

a small taste of freedom, there it goes making room for a future 

that has a higher chance of losing itself to this world's entropy than it does finding itself

amid your past awkwardly standing silently shuffling its shoes avoiding

as many eyes as possible, holding on to the last shreds of itself in its jacket pockets