“Rusted Roots”

I’ve been asking myself questions… Do I have what it takes to write a sweet song?.. When the day comes for wreaths, who’s going to sing my going away song?.. And I care that I love you, if it could break my heart again. You don’t feel the pain cause there’s nothing else left to hurt. Here I go with this sad one. I always come back when I walk away but I can’t feel that I love you. Because I was a gunman, I changed to the Prophet(born priest) on my way. I would reach out my hand and tell you to run but it seems then you were young. Send you on your way, teachable and reachable. Wishing I was setting sails since I was young. Forty days and forty nights I’m waiting to gift myself with a girl out of my league. More than just a dream girl, sometimes I wake and pinch myself. My heartbeat racing, checking for, Fitz and Tantrums. Remembering when writing was out of my league, plagiarizing. Gambling problems, call 1-800-Gambler! Feeling like a moth without wings. Why should I dance to your one trick for a bottle of wine? Still a part of the mire, came a long way from platooes. Keeping it plain and straight. I always feel as if I have to fix it! Like I used to be in the military but ever since departure, I’ve become smaller and smaller. The quiet ones stay quiet because the conversation has already played out in our head. A short passage on The Book Of John keeps me, humbled. Busy doing chores and running errands right now, getting pie face. Becoming oneironautic communicating with you in your dreams. I’ve been stilled. I’ve got no notes, no letters nor apologies for the intrusions in my thoughts, my mind and brain. Now I know that the only chance to make a difference on Ephraim, is me. Let Christ grow warmer and warmer in your hearts. I was born to protect the world and everyone in it, not just families and friends. Forgive me but I’m hoping to gain everything I’ve lost by abolishing violence. After earlier thoughts of ending it all, placing Ephraim in jeopardy. How can you fight darkness without prayers. Knowing I may never go back to Clarendon, where it all started. Do you have trouble sleeping? Cause I do, I’m not just a spoke in the wheel. I lie in bed thinking about everyone on planet Ephraim. Life is nothing but a dream from which we almost awaken only to dream again. I know what you’re thinking by now, is this going to be a happy ending? Thinking of getting massages and happy endings separately. Testing 1,2,3,4 like microphone checks. I’m not unstoppable, I’m not invincible. I’m only, “Rusted Roots.” *Exousia*