I don't really have anything to say.
All traces of rationality are far far away.
Sometimes I don't know why I even try.
I get lost in thoughts when I look at the sky.
I remember the past with glazed over eyes.
I try to live my life with very little compromise.
I can't help but notice all my imperfections.
Reason enough, I suppose, to lose all affections.
Searching for direction. Inner being die section.
Wish I could make time for deeper introspection.
Praying for protection while my soul is asleep.
Wasting away while developing technique.
I can't help but feel like I'm incomplete.
With feelings of inadequacy, I can't compete.
Purpose and destiny are nowhere to be found.
Lord, lift my feet up off the ground.
