Be gone, you bygones
But there’s nothing wrong
With letting them go on
To morph into better songs
A sort of eulogy to their long

I withdraw to these lonely places
I didn’t choose it before, but now I’m grateful
For how God has placed it, and created it
And now I’m home as I retrace it

I see You simplizing things
I see Your simple eyes gleam
I see You beneath the trees
I see You don’t hold a string

I don’t like saying slaying
To me it seems profane
But I’m speaking the language of my friends
Ones with cool words
Who’ve been around that bend
And know of those burns
They don’t cover up, blubbering on
But it’s a phenomenon, a loving song
So I speak their language
The language of knowing the pages

I think it’s interesting that my most famous poem
Is one that I underestimated
But it gives the message I want behind each piece
It has one like, and had never trended
But somehow it has the most reads
And I think that’s interesting

I’m turning around the cube
To get a different point of view
I’m in a different field now
And I know exactly how
When I don’t really think about it
But when I write it out
I can start to go back
But then I see the pact
That God has my back
And He has my front
And each side of the line
Knowing where He wants me to go
So I’ll be staying on the low

We can all know Him, personally
And we can all speak in, verbal melody
I can’t pretend that You don’t exist
Cause I can’t resist the heaviness
I’ve been enlisted in
But I can feel Your willingness
And I want it to be me none the less