Stomach dressed in black holes, Heart of velvet chained with barbed wire. Second guessing instinct, And I attempt to trust the liar. Sampling my memories Try to collect what I have learned. Bringing it, just below the surface. Is this the life I've earned? I'd like to believe I deserve more. In fact, I think I will. But as of late it seems my life Is standing perfectly still. And the God in me Promises fruition. "But it can only come, With a trust in intuition."