Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
X marking the spot
What is beyond the shadows of fear?
For some, desolation. For others, resolution.
I'm afraid of an unknowing world,
Which happens to be this world!
My shadows covers up the walls and darkens my existence,
Making me less of the woman I wanted to be.
I'm shying away from the public,
I'll sit in my room and pray, but
I'm not sure which god I'm praying too,
Or what I'm praying about!
Sometimes, I want to sing my praise into the sky,
Let mother god and father god know
That I am okay and sorry for certain things,
But I would be easily forgiven.
I'm not sure of confusion.
My confusion, to be exact. It's harmful to others,
But decent to me. I can't configure it out.
Why am I feeling like this? Surely,
A reason will fall into my lap for me to peer upon right?
Isn't that how things work now?
Isn't that how things should work from here on out?
I think so but I've always been wrong,
I've never been right.
My words are my true treasures and some day,
I'll bury them in the sand,
A large red X marking the spot,
As in the fabled pirate maps.
May 19, 2004
Suge
For some, desolation. For others, resolution.
I'm afraid of an unknowing world,
Which happens to be this world!
My shadows covers up the walls and darkens my existence,
Making me less of the woman I wanted to be.
I'm shying away from the public,
I'll sit in my room and pray, but
I'm not sure which god I'm praying too,
Or what I'm praying about!
Sometimes, I want to sing my praise into the sky,
Let mother god and father god know
That I am okay and sorry for certain things,
But I would be easily forgiven.
I'm not sure of confusion.
My confusion, to be exact. It's harmful to others,
But decent to me. I can't configure it out.
Why am I feeling like this? Surely,
A reason will fall into my lap for me to peer upon right?
Isn't that how things work now?
Isn't that how things should work from here on out?
I think so but I've always been wrong,
I've never been right.
My words are my true treasures and some day,
I'll bury them in the sand,
A large red X marking the spot,
As in the fabled pirate maps.
May 19, 2004
Suge
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