i call life is offering up all these signs
to stop, to turn, to go back.
and i am too blinded by the speed
to follow any other path or any sign
given to me.
i feel so out of place, like my shoes
aren't too big or small but my feet
just can't fit into shoes in general.
probably why i'm always barefoot in the sand.
i wish i could have listened to that voice in me,
that told me to stop and take a detour.
do something with your life and then
go to school. i miss my brother,
he seems to be the only stability
in my family, yet he's unbearably far away.
i always have this ache in me,
like when you forgot something and you can't
remember what.
i think in all that has happened
i truly forgot what makes me happy.
and i've grown in a way
that i've spread out in every directions.
i don't know what it is that will
make me happy again.
is it the absence of a soul friend?
someone i love unconditionally...
to see the sun light in every molecule of my being?
is it the travel, the wanderlust that makes me
so unconnected to myself..
or is it my shame in knowing i had the chance..
to do something great.
and never did a thing about it.
it's everything. it's nothing.
i'm lost on this road.
"If I find in myself
Desires nothing in this world can satisfy,
I can only conclude
That I, I was not made for here
If the flesh that I fight
Is at best only light and momentary,
Then of course I'll feel nude
When to where I'm destined I'm compared
Speak to me in the light of the dawn
Mercy comes with the morning
I will sigh and with all creation groan
As I wait for hope to come for me
Am I lost or just less found?
On the straight or on the roundabout of the wrong way?
Is this a soul that stirs in me,
Is it breaking free, wanting to come alive?
Because my comfort would prefer for me to be numb
And avoid the impending birth of who I was born to become
For we, we are not long here
Our time is but a breath, so we better breathe it
And I, I was made to live, I was made to love, I was made to know you
Hope is coming for me
Hope,
He's coming"
C.S. Lewis Song - Brooke Fraser
Desires nothing in this world can satisfy,
I can only conclude
That I, I was not made for here
If the flesh that I fight
Is at best only light and momentary,
Then of course I'll feel nude
When to where I'm destined I'm compared
Speak to me in the light of the dawn
Mercy comes with the morning
I will sigh and with all creation groan
As I wait for hope to come for me
Am I lost or just less found?
On the straight or on the roundabout of the wrong way?
Is this a soul that stirs in me,
Is it breaking free, wanting to come alive?
Because my comfort would prefer for me to be numb
And avoid the impending birth of who I was born to become
For we, we are not long here
Our time is but a breath, so we better breathe it
And I, I was made to live, I was made to love, I was made to know you
Hope is coming for me
Hope,
He's coming"
C.S. Lewis Song - Brooke Fraser
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