Dead drawn
Dream of light Below
Confounded under heavy mist
Laying, tunnel vision surrounding grove.
Dream Sweep,
Somehow hiding beneath;
Depression or dream?
Sleep or hypnotized hallucinations?
I cannot tell anymore
Truth confused in endless facts and tales
How to know lie from love?
Who am I, mere man to discern?
How can I keep listening to your banter?
Confusion wrapped neatly in confident certainty.
It is no use anymore
I am not entertained.
Your words have left me empty
They have no truth
They have no substance
They lack the very God I seek.
Goodbye my dear friend,
I suppose you never cared.
I do not regret my love for you
But I was fooled to think so much of you.
My foolishness cannot go on
I once was a child
But now I am a man.
I cannot believe in your tall tales forevermore.
Real faith requires real sacrifice
Popularity is not truth.
Common answers do not suffice.
Glorious mystery, in this Adonai, You abide.
Ryan Bowser 