I, allegedly having been made in the image of God
Have more questions than I have answers.
I have spent more time, far more time, befuddled than understanding.
I asked not why am I here but moreover why am I not there, yea, not there,
Not even close after years of toil, years of battle, years of prayer, years of burying the dead.
How is it that I the highest form made by the Creator cannot escape nor throw off,
The shackle that has seemingly bound me permanently to my earthly self-destruction since there first was light.
Why can I not relieve the burning, the haunting, the desire to be King.
Face to Face
Out of sight, out of mind,
Out of rhythm, out of rhyme,
Wondering where I came from.
Like a fish on dry land
I flop round in the sand
Gasping for life in the sun.
Naked in the mirror, trying to find out who I am,
Standing on the corner, living my life by the gram.
Seems like I’ve reached the end
Of the road I called friend
Looks like I’ve played myself again.
Naked in the mirror, trying to find out who I am,
Standing on the corner, dreaming dreams and making plans
There ain’t no one to blame,
As my fifteen of fame
Vanishes into thin air.
In one moment of bliss
I created this mess
So now I stand here and stare.
Naked in the mirror, trying to find out who I am,
Standing on the corner, living life the best I can.
Naked in the mirror, trying to find out who I am,
Standing on the corner and no one gives a damn.