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