We are all serving something
Be it external, emotional
We are all serving time, thus temporary

Eating away at our identity
These garments we call self
They’re nothing but illusory

I am born to serve
I am, Sat chit ananda
And the Lord’s arms is where i reside
For i am anything..
Anything but, temporary

does it feel like a remedy, living without me?
or a constant reminder that you’re just like me

i wish i never let you leave me
i wish i talked you into staying
i wish i wasn’t so courteous
i wish i confessed my love like i had planned
instead i held my tongue
because
i knew you had made that decision
i knew i had done you wrong
i knew i wasn’t deserving of your kindness
i knew i wasn’t strong

is the decision mine or yours? because i’m unsure
bound by your expectation whilst trying to honour my own, its harder than it sounds
i feel the weight in my bones
what do i do?
what do i do, now

something is missing
i can’t quite adapt
it feels as if i’m already dead just trapped loneliness kills but i think i was destined for loneliness
i don’t want you here
for a good time nor long
i want to go home
where home is though, i couldn’t tell you

I don’t know
Hidden in the darkest ignorance
Lord help me
Chant your holy name
Point me in the right direction
Chant your holy name
Establish a robust connection

I feel your love again