Depending on you

In the dark ,I stare, but at what, and where? Who can I run to, who is fit to know? Seeing nothing or seeing something, you tell me. Imagine the things in the air, things I don’t even know are there. Unsure of things in my surroundings, and even the basic  flow around me. Not trusting the “spose’ to’s and the don’t do’s”, It’s got my mind  all clouded up. But there’s one for sure, one that’s pure. It’s you my father, you my saviour, you my everything…….you, no matter where I am, or where I’ve been. Accepting and respecting, knowing and growing, failing to realize, but trying to compromise. Everyone’s caught up and tied up, lying and not caring so abrupt;……… but there’s one for sure, one that’s pure, you. We reach for the stars, trying to drive all the nice cars, all the while losing our lives for no real purpose thinking of where to run and hide, and wondering was it all really worth this?Trying to be honest and stay clean, but why does everybody have to be so mean? And all along seeking and searching for anything that’s real, anything that’ll last, and that anything is you. All that I am, all that I can be, I will be, I, I, wait…who is me?not knowing who to trust, one is all I got. That one for sure, the one that’s pure, he who is, and is to come, the Lord our God, the almighty one….it is you .

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