The world does not want me. Where does my father faithfully summon me to? |
Do I have a place here anymore? I am not understood Spiritual, yet worldly Faithful, yet questioning The people poke questions at me Condemn me for not fitting the fetid mould of today I tried the world's way. It spat me out, not tasting correct. I lie awake at night, building the boat in my dreams that docks in the harbour Simple. It gets me to where I am summoned to, from A to B Through the calm and through the storm, the sail holds. I'm not the true captain, the dove flies beside me Singing. telling me where I am needed. Where I am wanted I sail to the mountain town Where snow dances in fairyland Where the buzzing blizzards blind me, give me time to think I see the young girl. Naked. Spoiled. At the rivergrass Crying tears of brilliant blue that deafen me I give her my coat that comforts her. The fire I made is warm Keeps the hope in both of us as I give her the love that I can, parents dead Dove sings through the night, keeps us alive to each other Dead to the world. I sail to the prisoned walls of the city, all creation dead to the outside why should they care? It was placed upon themselves I see the young man Trapped behind the bars, waiting for someone to talk to him on the other side of the cold glass No one comes. I did I showed him the world through my dreams that night As lifegiving rain trickled down the window joining together. To gather. Strength. I sailed to the sandy shore of the jungle, untouched by the rotting repeats of cities and fake flesh stapled together I found the teenage girl World pressed a gun to her head Told her to end it Dove told me to tell her No. I gave her that black, leather bound book Thin pages, thick with knowledge and understanding Told her the world will end soon, very true As I sailed into the storm that night. As I sailed to the middle of the ocean, I could see all around, the deep blue sea seems to smile at me I smiled back, knowing that I had done my part But I wanted to continue my journey So I did. I saw the waterfall at the end of the round world I was fearful, but the Dove's singing kept me at peace. I knew my destination. I grabbed the wheel and dived into. the. greatest. mystery. Of. All. The blinding beauty of death. |