Open air topic of conversation
A new thought process is brewing
A hot pink air balloon of information
Floating with no known destination
A wide world open to the possibility of self-destruction
A cage match of faith and logic battling to the bitter end
My mind is alike a battle field where everyone has died
A blank canvas littered with the trash of dead thoughts
A war waging between making sense of it all and being ok with knowing nothing
With no end in sight I set my eyes skyward
Hoping for a second that God will grant me peace
But peace is a pipedream of men constantly at war
An unwillingness to accept life as is
A place where reality is more then they bargained for
A murderous envy, ever present in the back of our mind
A storyboard theology of making sense of life and God
Lust as taken hold of hearts and mind
Sex is on television asking us to enjoy the ride
But we know all to well the pride that comes from playing with fire
From hiding our secret sins from a God who knows all
We are not yet ready to own up for our mistakes made
We have not yet understood that we will one day die like everyone else
We are struggling for understanding when all we need to do is believe
Our pain has been bought and yet we still wear a mask
We want to make sense of every little piece of information we have yet to comprehend
We struggle for meaning when God has brought meaning
We feel like little lost sheep yet we are still in the barn
We are looking for a love that we’ve already found
Forgive us… Like you have so many times before
