Excess

I can't be anything else than I already am My skin by nature takes in - just as much sun it can My lungs take in just enough to keep the body safe and fed And the trees enough to breathe My heart pumps just that much blood a sec Why would I try psychologically to be more than I can handle at a time The pain of seeing that I've always been in search for a new me Always in search for resurrection Always in search for God Always in search of the breath of spring books portrays From this my inner suffers Excesses of a new world search I can't think straight and my whole system took a pause Of which I'm unaware I feels it Today something inside is different Yet I don't know how to be other than I am how to greet and hold this new sensation? is this renewal? I suffered from the excesses of this world. Excesses I ingested. Now as I change Into myself again may zi be granted the discernment to choose right. To be right To be.