Everyone I know’s the titles

Everyone I know’s the titles

They just don’t read the words

Writing’s an endless cycle

I start to feel the burn

Sunlight it is healing

Too much can make it worse

Moonlight is revealing

My answer’s questioned first

But who am I to argue

The writing’s on the wall

No pages left to sift through

Like dominoes they fall

Everyone I know’s the titles

They just don’t read the words

This feeling’s infantile

I know not which is worse

I let me.

God

the places I have known

and the places I have seen

and the places I will see

God willing

God help me

and to think

I don’t care much for God

only as much as he pulls for me

but oh God oh God oh me

what wonders we have to see

if willing, and willing

I let me.