My thoughts astray,
Tumbled in an unorganized stack,
I am trying to focus,
To study and memorize the verses I lack,
See, i am not like this often,
Swirling in a dark, demented pit,
Usually i'm quite happy where my convictions sit,
With my mood deflated, and my smile erased.
I can't seem to find where my life has been placed.
Now if you think, i'm referring,
To the situation with my phone,
Your dead wrong.
This is about being alone.
This blockage in my head, this obstruction in my soul,
Yet I sit in this pain.
Listed every week, on the church role.
But i'll live for now,
Like every day,
I just wish my life,
Didn't have to be this way.
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