What will happen when that cup don't runneth over?
When those green leaves fall off the clover and I'm s.o.l?
When my enemies aren't footstool and I'm chased by hounds of hell?
When the angels of heaven have better clientele, are you still there?
Fielding my questions with answers I know exist.
I wonder when the sand run out will I retain a spot on the list
I don't talk to you no more feel like bothering you with my selfishness
Making excuses, blaming you for my recklessness
This world is full of pestilence and I'd like to think I get the best of it
But you know better than I do
The world plays me raggedly with its voodoo
Then throws me out to sea until I stranded, lost with no clue
On how to get home
I need some saving, forgot a life jacket
When I'm drowning constantly are you going keep me afloat?
Or has that ship sailed and it's time got me to find a new boat?
Or maybe I should swim own my own until I see the shoreline?
I'm without directions I need a sure sign
YOU ARE READING
Dream State
PoesíaMy first collection of poetry I'll update regularly Feel free to compliment or critique They both help either way
