The Wasteland of Wandering Wisdom

Wilderness trees grow high The wasteland is all but nigh It’s getting darker here and I’m becoming more shy Even my faith has grown somewhat dry Distress bushes grow on Like the dusk and the dawn It’s getting lighter — the sunshine glows till the night is gone I’m like a wandering fawn Sunshine, come shine upon me now I’ve been drenched in moonlight somehow Enjoying my Thursday evening with might I am dancing in the middle of nowhere in delight Leaves of fall is shown in this desolate desert of wastelands, walking all alone Can’t you see my quivering hands? Can’t you see my rocks turn to sandstone… I crumble into ash and dust…I must trust in Him and that’s a huge trust Lust must do the same like a bicycle, unused with remarkable rust The rabbits of rapid radiance hop here The quail of squalid squanderers wander here, aligned with family love There are no fearful dear in sight, my dear So, let’s run over our roadrunners of remorseful ideations and grow wings like a vivacious vulture or a dove of cheer Intrusive thoughts didn’t win me last night…boy, was it a fright! I will put up an emotional, mental and psychological fight tonight… Yesterday was full of excitement and contrite, but I’ll be alright Just got to paint away the sight of sorrow and shine bright Tomorrow is a new day to look forward to — this is made true Today is my present to open and another wise saying to obey I pray I break free from dismay and do what I need to do Come what may the gaily feelings of Fall is truly here to stay I long for His wisdom to bring me His Kingdom To make my wasteland into a castle of freedom I’m sorry I’ve let you down several times a day — You made me feel more than okay, I must say No one can take away my blissful happiness today Though my heart and mind go astray, I will be back on track Some say I won’t make it and some say I will make it I pray Although I feel I’ve relapsed on an infinite amount of sins on my back all the time like a rock-whelmed backpack I feel like a failure sometimes and I can’t help it when I make the same mistakes over and over I deal with these clusters of catastrophe from time to time…set me free and I will love one another Until then, I’m stuck in past grief… Until God receives a present of relief Uncertainty is overrated to the extreme Like the super hot and flaming temperature, letting out steam You are like a mixture of coffee and cream We are definitely on each other’s team to higher my self-esteem Sweating a storm and releasing an aquatic stream in between reality and dream