Village Idiot Publishing (C) 2000 Diary of a Spirit
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Selah, selah, wait for the sun to shine.
That's what I think the plan should be.
But what about my intimate thoughts,
Is there something that should precede.
I often wonder, if that's all there is.
Life is full of so many things,
And each one confounds me,
And consumes all my time.
It's like there's no real answer,
And I need time to think.
But time is not a luxury,
When life suddenly gets bleak.
Confusion abounds,
When we're all in a rush.
So why not slow down,
And think a little while.
I wish that endless time,
Would exist for me alone.
And life would go in circles,
Then I could fix Everything that's wrong.
But I'm sure, that soon, I would get bored,
Then I'd lust for a change of pace.
And all would be, like madness again,
Then I'd pray for things to change.
There seems to be a problem,
With the way I look at things.
Or at least I need, to reconstruct my mind.
Or maybe it's just the will of nature,
That confusion coincides with time.
So what is confusion,
But a mixed up affair,
Which some think is karma at best.
But I would never subscribe,
To such a dogmatic lie,
I know that there's an answer within.