There aren't always firefly's
Or a clear night sky to gaze upon the stars.
Expectations aren't always met.

I wish my mind were born- a-new
Where everything isn't always so mis-construed.
De-constructed and constructed again and again where my thoughts aren't always new.
I graze in fields of poison grass
Never knowing what should come first or what goes last.
Upon my review of my life's many trends
The gravel and stone always seem to win.

God has layed before me a fiest of sunbursts
All streaming and wild
Dying of thirst.
I have driven this road to the very end.
Heartbreaks and fist fights is only where it begins.

This life lay before me
So open and new
So fresh and renewed.
Let my mind quit betraying what my heart knows is true.
End the assault between mind, heart and soul.
Give up this fight
God - just take control.