We look but refuse to vision
the inside of heaven's prism,
too busy viewing bars in prison;
We deny the truth
and believe the lies,
we see the real
and convince ourselves
it is impossible to be so simple;
Treat others
the way you would love to be treated,
maybe I'm too conceited,
narcissistic from birth,
recidivist by choice,
and repented through
the One True God;
We feel,
but seldom touch the light
of the Sun,
not realizing they are one and the same,
but we get so lost in the name,
we miss glory's fame,
stuck like a picture in a frame,
afraid to make the proper change;
We sleep,
but rarely rest with p.e.a.c.e,
usually strangled by our lost dreams
and end up caught living trying to
achieve what others have received,
instead of running our own race
we get consumed with walking
at the next person's pace;
We love,
however,
we seldom do it unconditionally,
weather because of past experience,
or current remembrance,
we continue to bring up old demons
instead of laying them to rest,
releasing the pain,
and starting all over again;
break out the picture frame
and repaint your life's story...