to myself
Stop, Just stop.
There’s something I can’t begin to explain.
It’s a shame.
It’s something that is foreign to my joyful ways.
And when it comes, it want’s to stay.
It finds a way to sabotage
any dreams out in the stars
and pulls them down to earth,
but that’s not all.
I’ve given it a key into my vault.
I’ve given it the gavel and the judges’ stand,
and it uses that power to beat my foundation down to sand.
And I stop, just have to stop,
because there’s a lot of things I can’t explain,
like why there’s Grace.
It’s far more foreign to my melancholy ways.
And when it comes, it comes in waves.
It lifts me from the pit and reminds my brain
that the dreams out in the stars
that are oh so near my heart
are not so lost at all.
That with all the noise around me,
I didn’t hear the call.
I started to forget the voice of the one who formed it all
and formed my heart.
Fear tries to linger in my heart beat
and pain tries to settle in my chest.
When I start to uncluttered all my schedule,
I start to remember who I am.
That I am not a sum of all my pleasures,
and stuff doesn’t fulfill my souls demands.
There is still a good composer
who can bring the tempo slower.
There’s freeing in breathing,
there’s joy in winding in.
There’s peace in the knowing
that we are beloved by him.
There’s hope in the growing
and wonder in what hasn’t been.
In release, there’s knowing
That he has the better plan.
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