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Certainty under Scrutiny


I don't know

I really don't know

I'm pulled apart

With a wishbone heart

Strained, drained and out of frame

 

Conflicted and confused

Of what I am to do

I run a length course

With anxiety for recourse

These double yellow lines

Make me still as a pine

 

I breath in the synthetic AC

As I worry about being PC

Sandwiched and seized

I try to hit an outside 3

 

Watched by the world

As I try to strike a cord

Where is the more?

And what is it all for?

My core feels a twist

As I fall into the abyss

 

We wish upon a star

When most aren't even up to par

I scream where is my destiny ?

As I try finding the rest of me

My soul sharply sounds

As ambiguity all surrounds

 

Overwhelmed is me

Like a dingy on the raging sea

Romantic I wished to roam

Never feeling the alone

Social since the sea

I still walk with anxiety

 

I cross the road

As I travel with these nodes

Ravaged by myself

forgetting to love yourself

Sympathizers surround the

Despite the blind me

 

I just care so much

Yet I struggle with my touch

Apathy was never close to me

As I submit my supreme plea

With the grace of dove

I wish to love

 

Love, love, love, will set me free

For that is all I have to be marquis

I know I'm a fixer upper

But all I hope is to gain a plate at supper

 

For love empathy and peace

Is where I find my masterpiece

Transformed by faith

I  see my future wraith

 

I may be chasing a car

But do you know who you are

Rah, rah the crowds collude

Although they are unable to conclude

 

They tell us who we are

As though fated by the stars

They don't care!  

They only damage without repair

 

Do not dine on the world's lies

Instead rise, with the bread that doesn't die

Live each day with an existential high

Finding your meaningful spot in the sky

 

I don't always know what reality is

And I'm not a grandfathered wiz

But in faith truth I find

And rests gently on my mind

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