When flesh is weak ,
and prone. to wonder ,
when man and God don't mix ,
When depression ,and loneliness fill the hollow ,
turning my head and let it wonder to thoughts that haunt my mind .
When I am lost ,
The weakest hour of man on earth .
When thoughts in ones mind are trapped like a bird in a bird cage ,
With no lock to set it free .
Then and only then it's the flapping of my mind that terrifies me .
Oh wounded soul
to lose control
To feel the guilt of wonton lust
. Over time a key is found and my thoughts set free , no more
To persecute me like Pandora's box full of deadly treasure .
But to be set free over mountain and sea ,
Until. The next time my mind starts to wonder