Holy bible.
John chapter 14: verses 1-6
(Jesus speaking)
“Let not your heart be troubled; you believe in God, believe also in Me. 2 In My Father’s house are many mansions;[a] if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you.[b] 3 And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you to Myself; that where I am, there you may be also. 4 And where I go you know, and the way you know.”

5 Thomas said to Him, “Lord, we do not know where You are going, and how can we know the way?”

6 Jesus said to him, “I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through Me.

Is there anyway
this day I could borrow
It's been the perfect day
I'd love to use it tomorrow

I'd take its sweet morning crispness
and spread it out evenly
as God and man is my witness
I'd give it again generously

Its breeze I would take
without you even knowing
let it brush gently against your face
so it would feel worth in blowing

I would take the sunshine
give it to the new morning, noon, and night
if I could just borrow this day
and do with it as I like

Despair is a tight suit to wear
Even inhaling is restricted
Lungs imploding from the weight
Not of happiness or hate

Void of feeling, I'm reeling, then kneeling
Family and friends offer comfort
I just brush them aside
How can I let anyone inside?

Dare I end this night with slumber
Before this fear can delight
I must will the sun to rise
For there isn't much hope at the end of a rope ...

At 4am you are as alone
as the last Tasmanian Tiger.
You are a bundle of screaming nerves
with no skin to protect them.
Absolutely nothing matters:
not women, not friends
not ***, not money, not poverty,
not friends, not lovers,
not the future, not the past,
nothing at all. All that exists
is the terrible freedom
of the insignificant
blob of protoplasm that you are.
You know in your soul
that there is a strong possibility
that nothing means anything.
So you go back to bed
and anticipate remembering
nothing of this in the morning.
The bliss of unknowing
is your only hope
in a world of hurt.
Try it. Perhaps it will work.
It never stays 4am forever.

Why did you set your standards so high?
I was born with wings but couldn't fly
You said to me "why didn't you try?"
I replied, "I did, but there's no sky"

And yet still I survived the fall
to respond to your mighty call
through the eyes of that child I see
release me father, set me free.

Why was I created in this world?
To be corrupted like a child?
When I was taught how its meant to be
come release me, set me free.

I tried to live my life by your crown
but the rain came and I started to drown
if this pain now is my fee
come release me, set me free.

I was washed away in this dark world
into the pit I was hurled
but I'm not like them can't you see
come release me, set me free.

My heart is pure but my flesh is weak
it is your pity that I seek
recall father when I sat at your knee
come release me, set me free.

So forgive me God if I was bad
I did not mean to make you sad
if you see this heartfelt plea
come release me, set me free.

Please take me now I've served my time
I suffered the pain without a crime
remember me father in memory
I am released, I am set free.

back in school, my geometry teacher told me that lines are infinite;
that though it may stop on paper, it truly continues on.
he taught me that a circle has no end, but it has no start;
it's not infinite, but confined to the infinitcy of it's own space.

it was only a few months, but it felt like years
they way he and I continued straight down the path;
it felt as if we were walking in circles;
kissing, hugging, fighting, teasing
month after month after month
but we were truly walking on the line
endlessly, straight into nothing.

how can we be both the endless line and the confining circle?
I never wanted to become a geometric equation;
but I'm doing the math, and quite frankly,
he and I are just a miscalculation; a mistake.

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