Sunday 10-24

I sit here clutching useless lists
And keys for doors that don't exist
I crack my teeth on pearls
I tear into the history
Just show me what is means to me in this world
I see the parts, but not the whole
I study saint and scholors both
No perfect plan unfurls
Do I trst my heart, or just my mind
Why is truth so hard to find in this world
I know that there's a point I've missed
A shrine or stone I haven't kissed
A scar that never graced my wrist
A mirros that hasn't met my fist
But I can't help feeling like
I'm due for a miralce
I'm waiting for a sign
I'll stare straight into the sun
And I won't close my eyes
'Til I understand, or go blind.