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i think i expect too much of people
which is why i'm almost always disappointed
and why i'm afraid to commit

and we wait
for the eruption to come

just that i'm not so sure whose it will be anymore







make me a stranger on earth dear Saviour
make me a stranger more like Thee
help me keep my focus on heavenly treasures
and not on earthly things may it be

lead me onwards as a pilgrim
bound for heaven never to roam
help me keep my focus on loving Thee wholly
till i see my heavenly home



like ripples descending outwards,
spreading disturbance,
we are carried along.

fanning the flames,
breaking new ground,
like ripples descending outwards.

struggle you may,
try to escape!
but we are carried along.

silence is the essence,
don't sound the alarm!
like ripples descending outward.

the viper has bitten,
the poison has spread,
and we are carried along.

the seed is planted,
the revolution will start,
like ripples descending outwards,
we are carried along.



freefall


trust that your safetynet will hold
will not
break


close your eyes and
soar

ylynn, miss you loads.

and don't be the moth flinging itself into the midst of the flame in a fit of passion or fancy
it's just a masquerade!
parade your feelings on paper hearts pinned to your sleeves

billowing material
glitter and gloss with sparkles used sparingly
it's just a masquerade!
dance the night away
lose sense to the winds in the depths

and when the streaks of pink appear, brush away the crumbs of memory and walk away
it's just a masquerade!


indeed.