Polluted ...

Matthew 14:29-30 

²⁹ So He said, “Come.” Peter got out of the boat, walked on the water, and came toward Jesus. ³⁰ But when he saw the strong wind he became afraid. And starting to sink, he cried out, “Lord, save me!”

Polluted

Walking in the rain ... washing away all traces

Where I am going will stay an unsolved mystery

No one will understand where I offended places

As long as it pours down I’m going where I please

To move without a purpose and to know I am all wet

The path that I have chosen seems to be misunderstood

There is something about it ... to be different from others

To be one of a kind ... and to live for one’s own good

The rain is slowing down and washed away some pollution

Everywhere is movement by folks who are a lot like me

I am not the only one who moves in his own confusion

It looks like most I know ... seem too far from being free