The world is so noisy.
How do you hold onto that quiet, small voice within,
When everything and everyone around you is screaming,
Pounding on your head for information and attention?
I look back in sadness, seeing a love connection I had, that felt more alive,
Not because of anything special I did, but just because love decided to break through.
Have you ever been in a tunnel, yelled out, and heard your own voice: echo, echo, echo:
And so the world around me, it echoes, echoes, echoes.
Even my own brain keeps dripping like a leaky faucet.
This irritating ping ping ping.
I want a Love to override all this, somehow overwhelm my broken circuits.
The dying are revived with an intense electric shock.
Can the spirit do the same to my spiritual dullness?
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