The in between, Poems about me

The confused poem

Wish I remember how I had started this poem when I was sitting by the toilet

My mind has left me...

But I think it goes like this:

It could be worse...

This world could be the devil's play ground, referee always absent

I mean imagine the amount of sin this world would be in if he didn't come down and died as a sinner?

Ok so we are saved and redeemed, bought by the precious blood of the lamb who freely gave his life I wonder if he was smiling when he made that choice

But no, this poem isn't about Christ, whom I love so much but the world in which we live in

How did we fall so far?

What happened to the Jesus world?

The atmosphere is congested with sin, lies, hurt, deceit and falsehood

It went like this:

It could be way better,

If only the mysteries were left to God

if clusters and definitions were unknown

If we accepted what is for what it is and nothing else

I'd wanna live in that world where there are no questions asked because some how it makes sense

Naked and busking in the sun without threat of sun burn

Accepting that natural tan

Waking up being an adventure

Wouldn't it be nice if life could talk back

Guide you and when you feel tired support your back?

My greatest goal is to live...

I want to be one with me, every soul that already is, nature and God

Maybe it should go like this:

It's gonna get better.

hope in this life as it is in the life to come

This is my confused poem

But think about it...A new world