Confined with restlessness.
And yet we struggle.
It ***** you from becoming.
Like a daffodil thief, they say.
The shadows will lure you.
From the darkness you made.

What is worth to live then,
When love was so elusive.
And beauty was perfected.
Is it to sacrifice, or to obey?  
Which options do you fancy?

Unfamiliar faces
and more aching angles
where is your bliss,
when passion was misplaced
Until the times that I would gladly fall.
And to where my shepherd meets me.

let life be a mystery
And a mess to those who persecutes it.
When evil must be known
from the nature of good.
If I died and went to heaven...
what then am I afraid of?

Just think of me, my Lord.
like whom you are to me.