Life is so simple without you and me, life is so easy
It's so good to be free.

Now I've moved away, so happy I did it
Though I'm all alone in this city.

I'm buried in my anger, no way out but down
And I'll keep chasing danger until I'm found.

I’ve run out of patience, everything here looks the same
I know I’ve been here before but I forgot your name.

So why drag me along? You're only wasting your time
Looking for something I'll never find.

And I'll keep fighting you just to feel the pain
Please don’t leave me here feeling the same.

So simple so divine, Your love can be my guide.
Your love keeps me alive.

They've commissioned me to sail the great ocean sea. Land is out there, somewhere. It has to be...

Black Death has decimated the path we've beaten down for years. We've enjoyed the wealth as much as we've enjoyed our blind certainty. And we, oblivious to our close-minded state called this prison "our Mongol Peace".

...The Cape Route. Reason tells me to sail south. The coastal waters will keep your mind at peace BUT THOSE SHALLOW COASTAL WATERS WON’T PUT FOOD IN MY MOUTH!

So from the port of Palos I've left... Riding the trade winds west. I've pushed off. To find the eastern route. Oh my God.

For six weeks I've been at sea. Without sight of land I’ve begun doubting the brisk westward wind that once kissed my cheek. How was I at fault when the maps we relied upon turned out to be vague? Truth be told, I lost all hope of finding land after only 29 days.

My magnet no longer points north and Celestial navigation has become my only friend. Have I created my own truth? I left to join this Age of Discovery but to what end?

What if I wake one morning and find land is within reach? Does that really make me a Great Admiral of the Ocean Sea?

The arid lands we’ve been through seem presumptively behind us now. Some man once heard a trickling stream of water and ever since we’ve been chasing it down. Set upon self preservation and yearning for nirvana we eagerly leave behind the crowd. In our desperate endeavour for paradise we keep setting traps because we just can’t help ourselves.

We race toward the euphoria of splashing water on our face, but as we advance, the sound never really goes away. Our numbers falter, and to our own traps we fall prey. We write off our brothers and sisters for we believe they cannot be saved.

How can I maintain this frantic pace? Every step I take I’m creating a new and more complicated hell! It was that moment where I took my mind off the destination that I stumbled myself. Surrounded by friends and family I screamed for help! Alone, I, for the first time noticed the landscape in which I fell…

I stood ankle deep within the cool water of a gentle flowing stream. It was here I denounced that paradoxical man made dream and in this new reality I’ve made my home thankfully. Thankful that with unfailing love you still lead the people you’ve redeemed.

Every week we fill our church ward with joy while we write another cheque to our entrepreneurial Freud.
So strike me down with foreign tongues and anointing oil like an iron lung.
It doesn't matter if our soul was fake when St. Peter's got his foot in the gate...
Everyone here's religious and depressed but won't drill another hole until the tables have been upset.
I've been meaning to tell you the bad taste you acquired over time was an unfortunate product of my pessimistic mind.
And I can't follow this church through fear and mindless thought but that doesn't mean there's no God.