Firmly I Lay
Firmly I lay
Against the heat of my body.
It’s cold outside and I
Lay here in my infirmity.
Cooled by breezes of fire
And emptied within the night’s ambience.
Did she really want to know me?
My life is a gander at significance.
The Sprite’s Reprise
She wonders everyday
whether she might be allowed to say
what she’s thinking
as she looks out at the pallid green bay.
Its waves seem to withhold
information that might help the cold
within her troubled mind
no matter what she’s been told.
She holds in her hands her womb,
that rotten, crumbled, sealed-up tomb,
that once held her child
now wrapped in life’s gloom.
Salvation is not in order for her -
her pastor preaches to only the pure
of heart and body
but she could never be cured.
The waves call out above this thought
and around her ankles seem to be caught
so she gives in to them -
her soul by the sea was bought.
Within a Soul There Writhes a Sprite
I.
Within a soul there writhes a sprite
of anguish, fear, and indignation.
The man sitting rapt in the pew
on Sunday ought not to be there,
or so he thinks.
The preacher blathers on about
that sin or the next,
nodding heads affirming his every word.
How can one show the turmoil in
their soul? He can’t.
Instead one musters courage to sit
in the presence of God the Awful,
risking disease or stroke to keep up
that which his brother thinks him
to be.
What a foolish man is that.
II.
Previous longings seem like sin
When he looked back on what he knew.
Was he going to let it begin,
The dream in his eyes, the crawling in his skin?
He scratched at the mustache
Growing fast ’round his mouth.
How would he start the tale of the crash
Of his soul towards that pornography stash?
You could never quite tell
But there was something quite wrong
With this young Christian Swell -
The rotting soul was beginning to smell.
It needed to go, that he knew for sure.
But how could he get rid of his comfort?
III.
Will God listen to such a man?
He must, for we are still here.
Righteous wrath and holy hate
Are fully there within the church.
But God stays His own hand.
We are blessed
indeed.
Christmastime?
Is it truly that time of year?
How did it rush up to me so quickly?
I’m not ready.
I can’t be ready.
My heart isn’t in the right place.
My thoughts are scattered.
Shine a few twinkling lights into my
dark bedroom.
You’ll see it’s not ready.
Could it be here?
Are the Christmas specials on
at the right time?
My holly-festooned heart skips a beat.
Well, hang my mistletoe
and call me Santa.
First Snow
Tonight the conditions were just right. How beautiful. Welcome to the best season of the year.
My face feels the light of the cold air
and I smile.
Turning my head just enough
to keep it out of my eyes,
a single flake finds the corner of my mouth
and I smile.
I breathe deeply, opening my mouth
and the snow finds a warm home within.
I laugh as my nose catches the cold -
bewitched I am with this feeling
and I smile.
No one is around and all is as it should be
with me in the first snow
and you asleep in your bed.
This is my memory to keep,
which I remember
and I smile.
Here is my paradise:
Night, cold.
Fresh, new.
Life at its fullest is full of light
that catches my eyes
and I smile.
Homesick
Family comes first within my thoughts,
swirling dreams of holidays past
and candy on the mantle.
Friends come next within my thoughts,
twisting paths of encouragement
and frisbee on the field.
School comes last as all is fit,
for it is what keeps me from all of these
that I said before.
Forgive me if I seem nostalgic,
but even chocolate is allowed to be bittersweet.
Immortality Has a Cost
What is it within us that makes us sigh when we go outside on a cold day
Just so we can see our breath?
What spark of humanity within causes us to look at our hands moving
Just to see the sinews curling and retracting?
What catches our eye in the mirror to remind us
That we still look the same?
Why do we want to know that we are still alive?
Where do we think we’re going?
Perhaps we want to see our spirit form itself outside our body and see our
Mortality.
Perhaps we want to know what it’s like to grasp something untouchable and
Feel it squirm.
Perhaps we want to catch that glimpse of a timber in our eye so we can remove it
And call attention to our brother’s speck.
Perhaps we forgot that we are alive.
We might even know where we’re going.
But deception is our middle name and we enjoy
Torturing ourselves.
Let us sigh when we go outside on a cold day and experience the warmth of
Confidence.
Let us watch our hands moving and imagine them holding a loved one and
Comforting the lost.
Let us look into the mirror and see the beauty of God’s creation
Laid bare before us.
Let us know we are alive.
He’ll tell us where to go.
A Brief Thought
Heat from hands in midair.
Dreams caught between whisper and night.
Trust building in the meantime.
Desire.
All Is Let Down
Not let go,
Never let go.
Just let down.
The walls that were up
Pushed to the ground.
Let down.
The veils that were drawn
Ripped to shreds.
Hair has been let down.
Hems have been let out.
Sleeves have been rolled up.
Time to get going and
Grow up.
So never let go.
Sorry, can’t forget.
Not let go.
But let down.
Distances to the Heart
Miles only count when love
Is not involved.
A heart can connect two people
Over distances greater than
Any imagined depth.
Do you know how much
I love you?
Can you feel it in my arms
When we embrace
Or my words when the
Telephone transports me
To you?
Can written words communicate
A heart’s desperate desire
To be closer to you?
Your image is burned onto my mind -
I cannot forget you.
I can see your eyes when I close mine
And feel your hugs from
Time long past.
Don’t forget me.
Don’t stop missing me.
Because my heart can’t lose you,
You are an inspiration.
God has brought you to me
To help me find Him.
But where are you?
Miles away.
To Win
Bathed in sunlight I wait.
Anticipation builds within me,
Bursting every padlock that had been
Worked fast into my heart.
The garden is no longer secret,
Cunning fox of reason.
Don’t try to fool me anymore.
I’m on to you.
I make to jump off the cliff
And find that it is a hill.
I roll and roll down its face,
Hitting every rock and thistle
Along its earth-worn surface.
Laughing my head off because
I know where this is all going.
The tree next to me sways gently
Giggling softly in the breeze.
Humans, always thinking ahead.
So I choose to sit and watch a butterfly
Discover my face. Beautiful naivete.
Like never before I have come
To this place and I understand.
Not quite too late.
Bathed in sunlight I wait.
Nature sings beauty into my ears
And I pay close attention.
Awe
Oh my
God.
What have I done?
How far my mind has fallen
from the crested way you
Teach.
Miracles and wonders have been performed
right before my eyes
and yet I did not stop to awe.
Death.
Not just death, but hideous beast.
Writhing in broken glass on the ground,
sweat oozing from its pores,
piercing cries of malice and fear
And loss.
I hate it, I do.
Buckled under the weight of
angry sores and dying breaths
wracking my aching bones
I weep pitifully.
Pale flesh exposed to the elements,
bursting at the seems from its recent repast
of fungal pain.
Asthmatic breaths, hollow in sound
claw their way up my throat.
Your hand is now
bloody.
The despicable droppings from horrid giants
coats your fingers - Why don’t you
recoil?
Get away from that muck! It is not worth
the purity of your
strength.
Lifted higher and higher
I can see the filth resting
on the pavement
below
growing smaller as you pull it in,
this gasping evil.
Hold me! Break the bonds of this plight!
The cliff faces mock my joy
and grab for me to stay down below,
but I cannot!
Will not.
I have found something greater than that
enticing pile of putrified waste.
Above me sky, below me haste.
Oh
my God,
how great you are, how vast your love
for me.
When I can with my
Savior be.
New Boots
Vasque Wasatch Hiking Boots - What I now own
I got new hiking boots today and it made me stop and think. No, it wasn’t the seemingly exorbitant price of the shoes that made my jaw drop. No, it wasn’t even the fact that, for once, my feet didn’t feel flat. It was the fact that I am walking over rough terrain.
Pause for dramatic effect as you “ooh” and “aah” over this revelation.
Seriously, folks. I’m pretty darn dense here. I’m denser than Jesus‘ disciples mixed with whoever is coming up with the U.S.’s budget. What the heck am I talking about? Did the floor in my house suddenly sprout gravel from its beautiful cedar hardwood? Did an earthquake rampage my neighborhood leaving the ground rocky and perilous? Oh, wait, what was that? I’m trying to use a metaphor? Huzzah! This post suddenly makes so much more sense.
I’ve been thinking recently how easy my life is and then it makes me nervous. My life is easy. Why is my life easy? Did God not say that we would suffer because of Him? That since the world hated Him they would hate us because we are doing His work? Well, shoot. I’m obviously doing something wrong. But what? I’m reading my Bible, I’m praying, going to church, taking part in fellowship with other believers, so what am I doing wrong?
Then something hit me that I took for granted this summer: Spreading the Word. I was not out proclaiming my faith. I was not going to my friends and sharing my amazement of the Gospel. I was not going to people I knew and telling them what He has done for them! Duh! Life was easy because I wasn’t telling them what mattered! Wherever you spread the Truth their will be resentment. Life will not be easy when you share your faith with others.
In Matthew 7 it says: “Enter by the narrow gate. For the gate is wide and the way is easy that leads to destruction, and those who enter by it are many. For the gate is narrow and the way is hard that leads to life, and those who find it are few.” (Matt. 7:13-14, ESV)
Huh… It will be hard to follow Christ and keep His commandments. It will breed resentment among those who do not like the Truth and don’t like being shown what is wrong with them. It’s going to be difficult when we go out and spread the Word. I’m gonna need these boots for the hikes Jesus is going to lead me on. But wait. Those two verses I just quoted were taken out of context. What else is said right before them in that section?
“So whatever you wish that others would do to you, do also to them, for this is the Law and the Prophets.”(Matt. 7:12, ESV)
Wait a second. The Golden Rule? What is the Golden Rule doing right before the metaphor of the narrow gate? Well, let’s look at it like this. If you didn’t know the Gospel and didn’t know what Christ had done for you, wouldn’t you want someone to share it with you? Wouldn’t you want the Truth so that you wouldn’t forever be separated from God? So, in effect, we are to do the hard things because we would want others to do the same for us. We want others to live a Christ-like life, so therefore we should live a Christ-like life. Interesting thought, huh? It kinda surprised me when I realized it. We’re doing this all for God so that we can show others better how to live. And, as we do that, we will come up against resistance, but we’d want others to fight through it, so we should fight through it ourselves.
I think Penn Gillette of Penn and Teller has a great view on this, surprisingly enough. He’s an extreme atheist who respects Christians who evangelize. Take a look at this:
And that’s what I leave you with. Meanwhile, I need to go break in my new boots. Excuse me while I brave some mud and snow up in the mountains.
Give me something to do
My mind is racing and my hands feel useless. I can’t work – didn’t make it into this week’s schedule – and I have nothing to do around here. I mean, sure, I have a little bit of pre-homework to do, but I’m saving that for my family’s trip to our time share where there’s no internet, television or phone. So what do I do?
Quiet times seem to be the last thing on my mind. Why? Why is it that when I’m bored, my first instinct isn’t to read my Bible? Why is it that my first instinct, even when I’m busy, isn’t to sit down and spend some time with God? My priorities are way out of whack.
Where is the fire that I have? I know it’s still in there, but it’s sitting so deep inside that I can’t find it. That’s not a good thing. I’m not used to it. I need to get into the word. I need to spend time alone with God. The trouble is that it seems like I don’t have a chance at home. I can’t have quiet times in my room because I get distracted too easily. I can’t do it in the living room, dining room or tv room because there are dogs making tons of noise and my family members bustling about their daily business. So where?
Sometimes it’s hard for us to find our place where we can be with God and spend time with only Him. But it’s worth our while to find a place to call His and let it be where we can be quiet and alone with Him for even fifteen minutes each day – let me tell you that’s gonna get longer once you start. So work hard to find time with God. Push for those few minutes alone without music, without people, without pets, without a computer, phone, or tv. Find your own Holy of Holies.
Diagram of the Temple in Jerusalem
Speaking of which. Let me tell you something about that. The Holy of Holies was a special part of the temple back in ancient Israel. This was where God literally resided. His Spirit dwelt within this small square room. However, not everyone was allowed in. Oh, no. Only the high priest was allowed in and then only once a year. Each year when it came time to go in, the priest would go through a set of rituals before attempting to go inside and, once inside, there was a mile-long list of courtesies and etiquette for what to do in the presence of God. If any bit of this was done wrong, the priest paid the price with his life. God didn’t have much grace on them. The priests were so scared of being struck dead that they would tie a rope to their ankle so if they died they could be pulled back out and buried correctly so as to keep God’s area clean.
Think about that. How frightened must they have been as they were trying to talk to God. He is that big and that awe-inspiring. He is a terrible, frightening God. And yet we treat Him as though He were a little wooden doll on our shelf. Nice to look at, but not intimidating in the least. But we don’t have to be afraid! He is great, He is powerful, but we don’t have to fear! We can come before Him any time day or night with our problems, with our sins, with our praises, with anything that burdens us and He will listen without the possibility of us doing something wrong. Because Jesus died, there is no more fear.
Think about this for a second. The Holy of Holies was separated from the rest of the temple by a curtain. But this wasn’t any random shower curtain or piece of tulle that they found at their local fabric store. No, this was an eighteen-inch-thick piece of solid fabric that could be moved back just enough for the priest to squeak through. That’s basically a wall that’s been woven out of wool! Not easy to get through, let alone rip. But God did rip it! It was torn from top to bottom – cleanly in half – when Christ died. A sure symbol of the fact that we no longer needed a go-between to talk to God. We can come before Him ourselves! What great news!
Think about that next time you’re bored and tell God He isn’t worth talking to even when you have nothing left to do. Try it. He’ll give you something to do.
“He reached down from on high and took hold of me;
he drew me out of deep waters.
He rescued me from my powerful enemy,
from my foes, who were too strong for me.
They confronted me in the day of my disaster,
but the LORD was my support.
He brought me out into a spacious place;
he rescued me because he delighted in me.”
- Psalm 18:16-19
Reality Check
The most amazing people on earth...minus the fantastic leadership.
Isn’t it interesting to learn that you’ve been letting yourself down? To one second feel on top of the world and the next be wallowing in self-pity on the floor? It is a simple thing to go from bad to worse, and we are programmed to do so due to our horrid nature. However, isn’t it then more wonderful when God picks us back up and gives us a pat on the bahookey and makes us move onward?
This summer I had the time of my life. In my mind it was as close to what Heaven will be like as we can possibly get on earth. I was surrounded by people who loved me and wanted to see me succeed. I found myself among people who were serving God as whole-heartedly as I wanted to and who pushed me to deepen my relationship with Him. They even pushed me to work harder and find the strength that God is more than willing to fit me out with so I could do more than I ever imagined.
This summer I lost 11 pounds. I’ve been telling people this but I don’t think they quite understand the gravity of this realization for me. Sophomore year of college I became depressed. I shut myself into my dorm room and stopped attending most of my classes – even choir (my favorite time of every day) became a chore to me. I ate a pint of Ben & Jerry’s ice cream almost every day. Now, I’m not saying their ice cream is bad – in fact, it’s quite good – but only eat it in small amounts. I stopped communicating with my teachers and my friends and my family. I gained 50 pounds in three months. I failed four classes that I had to re-take. I broke the trust that I had built with my teachers, my friends, my coworkers and those who relied on me the most. After that semester I didn’t think I could ever gain myself back. But this summer I put all that behind me and focused on my God and the amazing grace that He pushes towards us. I surrounded myself with Christ-followers who would push me to be a true disciple of Jesus and left all of my stupidities behind (except for guns…I still don’t like those).
And I lost 11 pounds. For once I stopped thinking about my weight and gave it over to God. I dedicated my body to being a Temple of the Holy Spirit, just like the old Sunday School song bespoke. And once I did that and started focusing on the things that mattered, I started to lose weight. And, what’s more, gain muscle! I have triceps for the first time in my life! I went to the gym three times this week and each time jogged on the elliptical for half an hour and didn’t feel like passing out when I finished! Indeed, I even wanted to continue running for another half hour! Now I know why runners run, and I understand those passages in the Bible that talk about “running with endurance the race marked out for us.” When we are trained and in-shape, the running of the race is enjoyable and keeps us wanting more.
The thing is, I have been trying to do it on my own since coming home. I’ve only had one quiet time and I stopped journaling. But that stops now. God is who got me into this bettered situation and God is who is going to sustain me through it. Food isn’t good enough. Exercise isn’t good enough. Friends aren’t good enough (although I much appreciate and love them). God is who is going to push me to get better and deepen my relationship with Him now.
This is my chance at a Worldview Academy campfire right here. I want to thank the leadership for expecting more out of me than I thought I had. I want to thank my fellow staffers for loving me and including me and showing me that God is real and that His love is good. I want to thank the students I had throughout the summer for asking the tough questions and making me think harder about my faith and what I believed as I struggled to teach Truth. You are who God used to bring me to this place. Thank you for your willingness to be moved by God for this purpose. You are all wonderful and I have an aching in my heart as I am apart from each of you. I miss you all terribly but know that, in God’s time and within His plan and will, if we are to see each other again, we shall. Oh, and until then, party at my house!
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“Our delight in any particular study, art, or science rises and improves in proportion to the application which we bestow upon it. Thus, what was at first an exercise becomes at length an entertainment.”
- Joseph Addison
Black Bank Building
I wrote this poem during evangelism in downtown Salem, OR. It was an interesting experience to say the least.
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A slight bit of shade covers me,
Cold black granite against my back.
No place to sit, loitering on a corner,
Hope no one raises a fuss.
Shiny cars pull up, spitting out their yuppy crew.
Students wait for the signal and chatter nervously.
A few try to break the boundaries
And go without me.
“Uh-uh. Don’t go!”
So still I stand here on the corner,
Noting observations of the world around.
Luckily downtown is an easy place
To blend into the faces.
People don’t question odd characters
Because they see them every day.
It makes me wonder what they’re thinking
As they bluster past – cell phone to ear.
I haven’t seen a smile or friendly person
Since I stopped here on this corner.
Roccocco buildings stand in state,
Trees punctuating their side.
A tattoo parlor makes its presence known with neon, black and red.
But still this black bank building
Presses from behind, foreboding.
An analog for sin?
I want to talk to everyone here
And tell them of God’s love.
Why is it so hard to accept something free?
Our culture has lost its edge.
Tell someone what you believe,
Help them into eternity.
Sacramento
So, I fell short of posting the poems I wrote during the summer, so the next few days I’m going to be posting those. Here’s the one I wrote in Sacramento, CA, titled simply, “Sacramento.”
A few buildings I passed in Old Town Sacramento shortly before writing this poem.
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Step in time, back in time,
To a world involved in crime
Where bandits, robbers, gunmen run
Each town with shiny Gatling guns.
That is where I find myself
Perched on a little bench-like shelf.
I’m waiting here as students learn
That our salvation we can’t earn.
Racing cars behind me speed
Along the freeway as I read
About how we pray to God above.
Love I know too little of.
So far down the street I stay
That few young students come my way.
But I’m aware of the work they do
Within this scrambled era’s stew.
A friendly smile, a hearkening back
To slower years of white and black.
The shades of gray our cold world wears
To wonders of old cannot compare.
Saloons and horses sit in rows,
But of their salvation so few know.
Here I contemplate our world,
There they hide, their tails all curled.
The dogs of old bite flees of new,
And God on high is their only glue.
How can we our Lord not ponder
As through broken streets we wander?
On the end of a Summer…
This poem was written after the completion of working at Worldview Academy this summer. There is much I learned and so much to tell that I am having trouble putting into words. I also forged new friendships that will last for a lifetime (hopefully) and it was hard to be torn away from those people. Here is my attempt at explaining how I feel right now.
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What to say about where I’ve been?
How can one tell about heart changes, soul movements?
Dreams, prayers, lives, decisions,
All paid in crystal tears.
Ripped curtains allow us in to where
We need to be to hear from God.
But how can we explain the depth of that
Which we understand so perfectly now?
They cannot understand, so why tell them?
You cannot know what it was like!
Listen as I blabber wordlessly through
A pathetic excuse for conversation.
You want me to explain?
Relate yarns and tales from a newly forged
Community?
A great history is now in the books
For all those who care to take a look.
Psalms escaped these lips –
Gospel messages that would make Paul proud.
Fountains escaped these eyes –
Family members now far away.
No one knows but those who were there.
Love abounds within me.
Oceans deep and valleys wide.
It was all worth the trouble (discomfort)
If one person could understand.
Did they get it? Did the realize the weight
Of the world pressed upon them?
Dead treading upon dead. New life springing up.
Blood running long, overflowing cup.
We must tell the stories,
Get them out of our walled-up minds
So that others can learn what we lived.
Experience and books come together to create
A knowledge more firm than one alone.
Poetry fails when music starts.
This music now fills so many hearts.
Performance Art as Love?
Please watch this video. It isn’t threatening, it isn’t bad. It’s some of the best performance art I have ever seen. Listen to it and tell me whether or not it makes sense. Either way, I want to know so I can explain that which doesn’t make sense and rejoice with you when something does.
Further Flames
Caviat: I don’t like this poem, but I’ll post it anyway.
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Hot metal pressed against my back
while blue-suited guards patrol the street.
Anxious that one might stop me,
I try to look calm – difficult.
The grimy bus stop shades me from the
100-degree sunshine, not warm, scalding.
Where are they all? Why aren’t they moving?
My feet are melting into the ground.
Brief breezes tantalize my skin – please go on.
One, two, three of them talk to a lady across the street, she calls a security guard. High alert!
False alarm, she needed directions.
Heart calms down.
Construction behind me, a busy street ahead,
my already quivering nerves increase the velocity.
People must find me strange, standing on a
streetcorner writing.
Perhaps not…this is a college campus.
Why won’t he just sit down?
What an odd person I am – that’s a fact.
Go students, go find conversations,
fear doesn’t become you.
My creativity wanes – heat absorbing my soul.
Dare I move to a new place?
The boundary must be kept.
Phoenix culture is exceedingly dissimilar to
My norm. I don’t understand and want
to learn from it.
Again I’m wondering where everyone is.
Alone against animalistic audio
of light rail.
My peers are more confident than I,
I should learn from them.
Confidence is merely trust in the Lord.
God’s promises hold true for me
and all who accept them – why don’t we?
We can only work for Him and let Him work
through us.
Respect for those younger than yourself is
essential. Essentially love (power).
I am content with my gifts
but push myself to do more than I can
on my own.
Pray for strength in the memory of God’s
provision for our needs.
Pray for confidence in His steadfast Love
and provision in our lives.
Pray for His guidance throughout all the
comings and goings of your soul.
Rejuvenation
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Squinting eyes in the Colorado sun
peer quizzically – why are you here?
I try to stay hidden, nonchalantly seated
on a concrete ledge, also squinting.
Where is everyone? I’m not lonely, just alone.
At the center of their universe I feel at peace,
having infiltrated their sanctuary.
Sweet solitude.
The rigors of daily life fade into the sun’s rays
and my soul warms at the sounds of laughter.
Tattoos, backpacks, cigarette smoke, sweats,
comfort creeping consistently through each one.
I alone witness this parade of sorrow (comfort).
Held hands in a blind world – blind leading blind.
Suits gesticulating, shorts lounging, bottles of water
boiling at noon.
Those who know they are right, some who
wonder if they’re wrong.
Magnitude shifting the plates of society.
Shoes on pavement – shuffle step, shuffle step.
An umbrella fluttering in the midwest wind
reminds me of lives not quite settled.
Hearts awaken as minds are stirred -
little do they know of the fallacies they hold
as truth.
I once was one of them, holding firm to a sheet
of ice on a melting river. And my heart pours
out in sorrow.
But there is joy in new beginnings. A peace that
comes from seeing others work.
Rejoice in the day that the Lord has made
and urge others down the path.
Something beautiful
Whitworth Choir students on tour in Argentina observing the beauty around them.
Beauty within all that you see around you
clasping onto the edges of your coat.
Little hands that love you
beg you to listen to their sighs
and take notice of their wanderings.
Pigeons in the park dancing around your feet,
their bobbing heads igniting curiosity within you
asking you to join their game.
Becoming excited for the run ahead?
Does the pier entice you to jump into the water?
Run!
Go ahead and jump into the world ahead of you
and don’t worry about the consequences.
People think what people think
and it matters not what goes on in their minds.
God is the only one who cares, and he forgives mishaps.
So go ahead and try something new -
don’t worry about falling flat on your face.
Mud has healing qualities
and blood has already covered you.
So try something new and push forward.
Find something beautiful.
Tired
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Sucked in gut,
clothes too tight,
who can tell me how to get it right?
Playing the part,
trying to change,
can I make the world rearrange?
Deep into sorrow,
trying to rejoice.
Really, guys, this isn’t my choice.
Bring me peace,
throw it high
‘cause this is just my pie in the sky.
Wandering aimlessly through the swamps I perceive,
I dream of far-off places, of castles with eaves.
Where maidens and lads at my altar throw gifts
and through their hard work my low spirits lift.
But I stand
in one place
trying to get ahead in the race.
Facade of laughter
shows everyone around
the things that they want to see on the ground.
Please tear away
my artificial life
and listen to my pain and strife.
Why can’t I
find my way
inside upon this darkest of days?
Dancing with You
Hand on back,
drink in hand -
what did I think I was doing?
Hips in check,
well, not quite.
Did you think that I was flirting?
Keep on going,
you’re almost there.
Come a little bit closer to me.
Singing out loud,
dance all around,
follow me and talk just a little.
This is me,
all my glory,
didn’t you know that i was ready?
Come on closer,
dance with me.
What a night this just turned into.
