Oh yes
In no way do I trust in
Adoration of phenomena’s
By no means would I sacrifice my spirit
Yet resting in your presence, is something benevolent
Like watching the day over take the night
Your auras the purest ecstasy
I realized I’ve been denied entrance to the garden of Eden for a millennia
I’ve been refused a seat at the celebration
And have been standing out looking in for eternity
Now I’m bowing on my knees to these ideals
But standing tall these are mine
And now I’m in a position allowing me to veer toward all these undeniable modifications I must make
This is my sanctuary
My Gethsnamy
Your voice, a gentle breeze
Your touch a calming heat
I can see I’ve been held back
From exploring new land
Noticing I have never even pondered the existence of what I see in front of me