It’s a slow fade, when you give yourself away…
Or when you dissolve into the despair in yourself. It fades pretty quickly then.
Metaphorically, I am driving in an ice storm, there’s black ice everywhere, its pitch black in the dead of night and there are flurries of snow mixed with the tumultuous fog and glistening pavement, going faster and faster, uncertain of what lies in front of me, just waiting to crash.
Its all a matter of time, everything is time. Timing this, timing that. It’s all time. Now, it has come down to a matter of time, just waiting, until the times comes…
I just keep waiting for things to change, standing on a prayer, slipping off, trying to cling to some semblance of normalcy to the outside. Why does God stay silent? Why did He give me something for my ambition which had to be used for something else? Why was it not ‘enough’? I am so tired, dear Lord, hear me now, I am so tired.
Or when you dissolve into the despair in yourself. It fades pretty quickly then.
Metaphorically, I am driving in an ice storm, there’s black ice everywhere, its pitch black in the dead of night and there are flurries of snow mixed with the tumultuous fog and glistening pavement, going faster and faster, uncertain of what lies in front of me, just waiting to crash.
Its all a matter of time, everything is time. Timing this, timing that. It’s all time. Now, it has come down to a matter of time, just waiting, until the times comes…
I just keep waiting for things to change, standing on a prayer, slipping off, trying to cling to some semblance of normalcy to the outside. Why does God stay silent? Why did He give me something for my ambition which had to be used for something else? Why was it not ‘enough’? I am so tired, dear Lord, hear me now, I am so tired.
