A million lights surround me
As I open up my door
And view the world abounding
As I leave my point and soar
Across and into distances
Enclose my inner nior
I feel color astounding
Me, yet more and more
And so, I seek past places
That one cannot fully reach
Unless they've sampled creations
From the land, the skies and seas
I trust myself now
I bend to the earth
I bow down
I do so much
So little
And yet both at the same time
No god, am I
No receiver
No faith-holder,
No believer.
But as hardship lasts a million miles
I tap my head, my shoulders,
My heart.
I clasp my hands
And lower my head
And pray.
For myself. For this day.
I don't ask for help from a savior;
I beg the me in I for myself.
I degrade when I lack hope
And attempt to get the future
Of me to grant me mercy
For all the ways in which I've wronged
And marred my life's journey
Just by meaninglessly deciding
Something selfish just for thee
Never regret a single thing
Or 'regret' will follow 'heartache'
And a thousand lines of a thousand things
Will cause none but 'despair' for yours to take
Now write me off as a silly lie
Written from a liar
Who does none but lie and lie
'Till none can lie any higher
After you have written me off as such
Take a look at your position
And see that one who must have started low
Has sunken past indecision
YOU ARE READING
In the Garden Primeval, where I'll pray for you.
PoesíaI have a plan for you You'll deal with it all And with the weight of the world on your shoulders you'll face a fall People won't catch you Many times But I'll pray for you They'll come in time
