I don't know what has me
clamped down the most: a religion
I've had to sift through for truth,
or my own feelings
The two can certainly go
hand in hand (in case you didn't know).
A person can only dig
a well so deep before they realize
the mud walls are a coffin.
How dark would it have to be before
you forget the light? Void-like?
I know big thoughts roll through
like massive clouds sloshing their
innards across our faces.
It shouldn't be this way.
I need some fucking security.
I need some fucking decency.
I need a minute to take it all inó