I cannot stop imagining
However often I stop to imagine
How it could have been, how it should be and how I wish it to be, comparing it with how it is
Lost in this ponders I feel helpless and that is not helpful
However often I stop to imagine
How it could have been, how it should be and how I wish it to be, comparing it with how it is
Lost in this ponders I feel helpless and that is not helpful
When I think I have found a way
I am scared that I have lost direction
Trapped and drifting between love and hate
Both take away bits of the heart and breaks them leaving my lovely Jerusalem in rubbles
I keep my eyes open allowing days and nights to pass while I watch the debris fall, a consequence of my hidden wars
Strange to wisdom, my thoughts alien to my self I wonder how things that don't connect resonate into harmony
Trapped and drifting between love and hate
Both take away bits of the heart and breaks them leaving my lovely Jerusalem in rubbles
I keep my eyes open allowing days and nights to pass while I watch the debris fall, a consequence of my hidden wars
Strange to wisdom, my thoughts alien to my self I wonder how things that don't connect resonate into harmony
Like how strength and weaknesses blend to make whole
And how in brokenness I find solace and pain
How in emptiness I am filled
How I am made wise by realizing my foolishness
How strong I become when I realize my weakness
How perfection in my dreams and mistakes in my ways keep me going
Life
Just a blind wander
All headed in the same direction of lost winds an forgotten days
Leaving behind shadowy tales
And how in brokenness I find solace and pain
How in emptiness I am filled
How I am made wise by realizing my foolishness
How strong I become when I realize my weakness
How perfection in my dreams and mistakes in my ways keep me going
Life
Just a blind wander
All headed in the same direction of lost winds an forgotten days
Leaving behind shadowy tales
I conclude my confusion in deeper confusion
For life has no single definition or destination
Scientifically it is more empirical to say that everyone is on an infinite journey of spiritual trial and error
Secretly terrified by personal dogma and need to believe
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