Here’s to the beautiful drift,
Here’s to the tune of addiction’s deceit.
Here’s to the backseats of the church,
the treasures in the dust,
the sorrows on repeat.
Rambo clenched his fist and drove it into the jaw of the sleepy man nearest to Tiger. He was Tiger’s speech that didn’t need a voice. Rambo, a smallish man with hard hands. He used to be an accountant, a family man. The calm in the storm.
Above my fears and bondages
According to Your promises
You give me Your peace
From all sides they come attacking. Mocking my weakness, they raise their swords.Charging their horses and chariots
Aimasiko,
so I’m panting,
I’m struggling.
I’m confused.
I’ve been reaching for the stars,
sacrificing all that I have –
All that I am.
Asking myself one question,
“When will I touch the cloud?”