the light pulses flashes draws you in it narrows and widens can’t block out that glow it flickers Begging for your attention Like a helpless moth You're flying towards it Confused This isn't the real light These girls, like neons they got you These numbers they flickering like the halogen and they got you They promising everlasting love like LEDs and it got you Got you frantic chasing that lime light You're in that frame Shine bright like the sun Staring at it too long and you’ll go blind
Some days you have the ability, others on a shopping spree. Dressing clean, ultra supreme.
To live is just a dream that only you can see with binoculars. I live in our own aura, the World and I. Where we can kickback, sleek the ruffles out of our curtains. With blood sleeking down the glass window pane, the beginning of a crystal clear scheme with crimson stains. A passing by expert, I have yet to earn what removed hastes to which I should come to a slower pace. Push you into my fool, a clown to a stalemate. Copping everything on a shopping spree, my feet don’t touch the ground, they elevate.
Now I’m trying to jam using these hands, but one grips at fear. I don’t have time for tainted misused feelings.
I have to make them squeal for me. Hide in the bushes, they want to be seen with me. Using correct of muscle, I hold me. Carrying all these packages, I’m the one you want.
Does being a servant for God mean that you are always the centre of a attention. Is that fake .. Like being a pastor Is this real or fake. Show Should we not do this for God. He should get the glory Not minsters After all we are all on a mission. To preach the gospel Is there something missing here Or am I jumping to conclusions.
We are called to be holy humble ... Not be the centre of attention.. Where is God in all of this...