fast times
running in and out of my temple
conveying the glory
of a youth
and truth doesn’t always stay true
but a lie is always a lie.
past times
dabbling their toes
in my mirror
my reflection penetrating
a deeper thought
so
help
me
God
I am losing it again.
without your hand to guide me
without a word to preach on
and still I dwindle
standing on the surface
of the dawn.
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