Desire known ...

Psalm 139:16 

¹⁶ Your eyes saw me when I was inside the womb.
All the days ordained for me
were recorded in your scroll
before one of them came into existence.

Dreams of yesterday and no time to smell the roses

Life does not stop or takes a time out

Lost seems time to play as it overdoses

Emotions get fed up in a joyless crowd

Does my happiness hang on the lives of others?

Can’t I be content sailing all alone?

Is there a second guess? Should I even bother?

As I seem spent and dry to the bone

Who planted the roses that I easily pass by?

Is it not the One I used to play with?

No force He imposes as I hang self to dry

All at once I search for One to pray with

Blindness as a blessing conquers my soul

Tribulation dressed as peace I carry in my hand

Never now confessing that my only goal

Is to satisfy my need and resisting how I can’t

Need a large family with self in the center

Hunger for attention is just one of them

It hides always partially behind its chosen mentor

The flesh’s intervention in depravity’s pro-tem