feel like I was wired through,
oh another empty soul.
You wake up to a new day,
yea, the creator, God, you must thank,
still you are moody.
No one hurt you,
but some things hurt deep so inside,
deeper and too spiritual.
Wish I was supernatural,
to heal naturally my thought and self,
mending my broken pieces with peace.
Alas! As a believer,
one must continue to receive life,
a journey quite slow, sometimes foggy.
Evaluating most times,
It’s time to evacuate,
sad, when I hear my story.
When your story I hear,
I run to God’s altar with thanksgiving,
praising him yet for my good pains.