finished my own cleaning turned off the flow of water and now here i stand
naked because i am alone
when i look toward the mirror i see only the gray haze
all that’s created is steam and fleeting
so appropriately a byproduct of my self-absorption
depending on my timing and my position, could see despair or perhaps my brilliance
as bright as the son on the day you died.
“i want to love You instead of my self i want to see Your beauty beyond the fog”
a true cry my desire or a passing thought in a sea of lies
trust you of course, not quite as easy as singing this song or maybe it is
because this is a pretty hard one, fluctuating tones and all
bet that sounds familiar, oh how thankful i am that Your love never fails, or even fluctuates
like my i do when our flesh of flesh and bone of bone feels more like a heart and a stone
You know and now i see that’s the original problem, too invested in me
what this song is all about 6 billion times already in this stream of poetry
like a toxic pollution a pornographic image of me is what i’m singing, the lust for life, my own at best
at least, i suppose taking theirs will do
this lust corrupts
You know and now i see that’s the original problem, me