Slowly taking away every piece of me written from this place My power is limited, but I love the feeling of purge it will be fresh start, gradually and then all of a sudden It will be blessing in disguise, a hidden current, Stilled in backdated history, written words are not immortal.
do they know of the uproar, the unrest, the tirelessly shifting waves of wind against the window? So harsh, all through the day, but it is a severity I can feel safe by, watching the gusts and hearing the voices while, in this alcove, everything is still.
You can't catch me sleeping, I keep myself awake. I balance myself in this unstable world with every breath I take.
With every evil deception of the powers that seem to be, I won't stop shining on from sea to distant sea. I won't stop loving my fellow beings nor deny the Divine in everything I'm seeing. Oh no.. You won't catch me sleeping!