Even though I feel like crying
Can I still say I'm doing fine
So don't have to talk about the way I'm feeling.

Somewhere the world is dieing.
Somewhere the world is living.
But right here, right now, my world is not moving,
So why should I?

Confusion reigns once again
Countless times I try to untangle
The workings of my mind
The proceedings of life
Inertwindings of time
People and place
Mixed together in my mind
Disparity of guided direction
and the flow of reality

Because she wasn’t perfect

She looked beautiful when she walked my way.
Her form, her manners, faultless did they seem
Longing to make her mine each passing day
I went to venture this uncertain theme

Then, each imperfection mine eye did stress
A flawed shape of the face of too white hue
The wear of her hands and tear in her dress
A misplaced please and a missing thank you

As she fails to meet my expectation
I have else to do but sit here thinking
If only she had achieved perfection
This my mind continually brining

But my love towards her would be undue
So I walked by choosing not to pursue

The world is going round without me and that is just the way I like it to be.
Why should I be included in business and hectic life?
I’ll just sit on the side lines and watch the world go by,
Made of so many individuals seemingly lost in humanity’s rush.

It’s a good day today. Just because I am not included.

I can sit back and see with an unseeing eye,
Finding pleasure because I am not taking part.

Mystified

Time is strange in this life of mine.
I can't seem to understand his inscrutable ways.
Unassumingly he passes me by.
Evading my hold imperturbably
His character of questionable amiability.
Holding me like a child against his breast,
Then in a moment I am flung away,
Left flailing struggling to find a foothold.
But the times of lovingly stroking my hair.
Cause me to forget such instances of injustice.
Perhaps my rationality left me long ago.
but whenever I try to leave him,
He keeps pulling me back.
Though he I cannot grasp,
I am his interminable captive.

Back into the world of reality, I been flung.
I wanted to stay hidden forever,
The world wouldn't let me.
I shall hide in my corner not daring to venture out.
Concealing my thoughts in my mind,
My hopes in my chest and my words in my mouth.
As I walk around interacting with society,
My concern is for them not to see what's inside of me.
I wrangle with my emotions.
When I've got a grasp on them,
I feel victorious,
But with them running free I am bewildered.
I don't want the world to see my hurts or my cares.
Forcing my worries to cease to exist,
Pushing and prodding I censor my thoughts.
Myself...this is my greatest struggle

What the people don't know the world can't hide.

Finding puzzlements that wound their way around my thinking,
Recognizing error and misused argument each singly manipulating.
Reminded again of my own transgressed reasoning.
'Futile mind, how can I rebuke you?'
Brought to face with what is the truth,
Wanting to keep my thoughts and life in line with Thee.
Recognizing my need to live by the Spirit,
Lord, I will rely on you.