I am in a constant struggle with the assumption that feel like i am extraordinary
maybe because i so badly desire to serve the ordinary, not to be separated, but able to mingle.
I feel entrapped in your digital and concrete world, and I am afraid i'm not quite sure how to leave it behind. I know the skills i have could help afar. When will i see that, when will i know, that i am meant to do so much more.
Oh the struggles to understand ones self, why are they so hard? im sure it has something to do with patience, something that i am finally getting a grasp on, i know this cause i don't feel to needy.
The questions tend to puzzle me like an ever changing maze, so much to think of, the streets have many ways, so many are ever changing i will stay afloat letting the waves of gods love guide me to the better days...
"blind melon- no rain"
All I can say is that my life is pretty plain
I like watchin' the puddles gather rain
And all I can do is just pour some tea for two
and speak my point of view
But it's not sane, It's not sane
I just want some one to say to me
I'll always be there when you wake
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