So caught up
in trying to be
Who everyone wants
That I can’t see
I can’t see the girl
God wants me to be
I can’t be the one
Even I want to see
Get out of my way
You, ways of the world!
I can’t see
I can’t see…
This life that I live
The air that I breathe
Is sweetly scented
But a noxious gas
Once in a while,
I consider
The strawberry-scented anesthesia
Clogging my view of the world
In my head, I sometimes
Work up the will
To feebly wave at it
But it steals my strength
And I let it.
Why can’t I clear the air?
I ask.
Why can’t I see the way?
Again the dawn is breaking
Will I let it slip away?
This lie that I love
Is killing me slowly
I hate it so
But I feel that I need it.
The Lord calls my name
I faintly hear it
But as He calls
The fog whisks it away
On its very own manufactured breeze
Cleverly designed
To cater to my every whim
While crushing me gently,
Ever so unnoticeably.
I hear my name called
So faintly
It slips
And I almost forget I ever heard it.
