In hope, or pain
Or hope-filled pain
Or hope that the pain will go to hell
We walk forward
In hope, or pain
Or hope-filled pain
Or hope that the pain will go to hell
We walk forward
I see the trajectory
By the time this is over
Your hands will scribble of your past in unrecognizable caricatures
Your ink will run dry
Only I’ll have the proof of you
And but for my forethought, but for my need
But for my suffering walk
It’s clear you’d have been a vapor

It’s just my shoulder
There’s nothing inherently beautiful or strong, tempting or freeing
Cool or calm about it, is there?
It’s just an offer
There’re billions of others to stand square with, befriend or lean on
Swoon over or serve with, aren’t there?
Undisciplined Disciple
The wax and the wane
Ev’ry step a mystery
I wouldn’t wish to sit there
With you us-only types
It’d hurt too much, cut too deep
Magnify my too-obvious void
And I wouldn’t want you to see
What I let y’all do to me
Keep your eyes covered
Should I ever have the need to walk
As part of my strategy
To retire the jeers
To bring my story home

I don't know a bigger prize
Awaits behind the scenes
As I clutch and hold fast to
Blessings you've 'fore bestowed
But you have asked
That I let go and trod holiest trails
The hour seem near
I will not fight
Walk with me down this road
We can’t call them untrue
The shadows forever forced against concrete
Are forever a part of you
But so too, was that moment before the bleaching
When you believed in the good air against your skin
Go back again, despite that it seems you can’t
Receive what the lurking has to offer
We will walk through this
and be none-the-worse-for-wear.
Now cue the laughter.