I am laying here beside myself
i am a picture of imperfect health
i write these words for someone else to hear….to feel
there has got to be something. among all of this nothing
there has got to be something
that’s real
So i ask the sky for knowledge
I ask the sky for truth
I ask if i am strong enough
i ask the sky for proof
something that is relevant
intelligent benevolence
I ask the sky for help
for at least another minute
minutes turn to hours
hours turn to days
days become my life time
i ask for a clearer sight line…..street lights…..to show my night ride
the beauty of the stars….only visible at night time
here outside the city…the clarity is pretty
small specks among the black
a couple clouds…..with silver lines
we can see it with open eyes, appreciate it with open minds
all the perfect elements of the master’s design
It’ll take some time to understand, no such thing as accident
someone somewhere has a plan
for me
for you and i ask the sky to help me make it through
i ask the sky for knowledge
i ask the sky for truth
i wonder what the plan entails
and if it involves you
i ask for something relevant
Intelligent benevolence
maybe i pray for forgiveness, maybe i wonder what’s true
sometimes i pray for you
