Seeing through the noise and
sick of your sag.
Why is your face hung low?
Have you any idea the weight behind creating your footprint?
Have been young, and now am older; yet have I not seen the righteous forsaken, nor seed begging bread.
Internally biblical, statutes written on my heart.
I need to find my river where all these voices can go free.
Relentlessly intentional yet not treading on delicate shells.
Oddly, I walk in Truth. That being said, it makes one odd.
