OWNING UP TO FAILURE
FAILURE
My thoughts are like those of a mad mans
I go into an energy of silence
Like silence after thunder
Where a homeless wind in various light
Knowingly measures loss
I dissolve into a trance
All the sounds of the moment
Fall on my confessions
Something died this instant
Loss returns as vacant eyes with mixtures of dew and dust
I toiled all my life for my failures
Punishment is deserved
Each moment takes a morsel of loss
God withholds curses
He is without revenge
I retrieved this memory, it will dissipate
Was it worth it to fail?
Yes..., I got God
But who brought the tears?
My liquor fails
I can't chain thoughts nor bend the mind
To dispell truth
Nor by tithes paid to hell
Words of dust from other worlds
Motion without progression
Mixed equally they please the mind
My feeble spirit stays out of sight
Only reason I'm alive is breath
All things rest on thought
With trappings of truth
Which convict the mind
Makes me conscious of doing what's right
Otherwise tragedy is inevitable
As a flower that withers and fades
Carrying its own demise
My eyes have their own light and their own dew
But God will help me make it
Through the storms