My Talk To God

Birth of another day Illuminessnecent Beaten paths of the everyday mad For The green precious Cluttered repetitions and replayed greetings Within ritualistic meetings Something same place Occultism just border line from bleeding Rat racing til the days completion For the same luxury All for the same reason When the night sky lays high Head resting on skyline Periodically showing its full eye Can help but look up and ask why Where to am I Which way What day Split open my chest and give it all to the sky As the wind blows gently by Kissing my soul and caressing my skin back to dry Peace