Inside the Beckoning
Sometimes my mind feels lost in a maze
A place its been tracking back and forth for days
And days
The trails of time sit open wide,
But still i feel trapped in the events of my own mind
Things that were and were not
I try to unravel as it blurs from my thoughts
I wish i coud silence them all
But difficult it is,
Like trying to catch falling raindrops
I feel a call beaconing me
but i am uncertain of its origin,
Or where it may lead me..
Because Far Far away from home
I have sought and gone out to, time and time again
Like a mission to find something thats already buried within
God just give me patience and rejuvenate me like the times before.
May it become a trend
Because this trust I cannot lay waste to
Inside of me it has already been
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