Caution & Coffee
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We’re all in & we’re all out of our
minds. Just an opinion as to define.
Based on a story I heard, not anything I
can relate to of course. This remorse is
getting worse. This trial is a trail to the
other side. The depths of music to
surround my soul, temporary soothing
my thoughts, instant relief & no word
from you yet. Whatever, it’s heaven on
earth, didn’t you get the memo?
Shocked into recognizing the truth.
Opened eyes to see it makes sense, & I
hear the warning. So, I’ll hide here for
now & surprise myself with divinely
timed chaos. Excuses pick the forever
falling doubt to land next to my feet.
So neat, I can feel the beat. Maybe, just
once. I’m in the front, running the race,
for my life, for another chance to
dance. Happy, yet I’m afraid of the TV
or any kind of thought-based story-line.
It’s fine. I’ve crossed the line & I still
write this on the last night of my life?
Laying on my bed, crying non-stop &
asking for forgiveness. So, please, tell
me about the God of Love, tell me
about the vengeful side of his abusive
power. The worried nature, where a
messed-up note can speak, retreat, &
lead to a defeat. You don’t have to tell
me, I know this is worth it. My
insecure heart beat isn’t a waste of
time. The immoral-world, checks if
I’ve brushed my teeth, to bite the hand
that feeds.
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