Gustavson
Feeling the sag of mind, feeling
the conscious ignorance, knowing.
What. How. Tell me how.
What is there to do. Even so.
Hands won't hold if I
trust them with my weight. So.
Then again, my feet are not close enough to my heart. I am.
Sorrowful man.
But it's not often I'm able to cry.
Should I forget about that Mountain of Rejoycing or be
glad that there are eyelids to be watched, from time to time.
Don't know. Truly, I don't understand.
Can't feel sure that God will even hear a cry.
Could our partings be running too deep.
Even for the merging dreams.
Feel like it's all too much to bear.
Where's the chance for smiles to happen;
unable. Don't even know
what to hope and pray for.
The final tangled junction of all dead ends . Of pain;
Truth revealed.
Mine. Finders seekers. Strength.
Should I consider somebody
who's just not to be right for the feelings.
I Don't know. Truly, I don't understand.
Can't feel sure that God will even hear a cry.
Who will bring comfort. Who will stay,
near; who will bear my touch.
No friend, no love; nowbody
to understand: All in-vain thoughts
trying their best to satisfy
the mind. But the vanity
you take only when you're very weak... Very:
Finished as they are,
feel I'm not weak; yet.
Not yet. Or then, my weakness.
may just pass unnoticed through my weakness.
Don't know. Truly I don't understand.
Can't feel sure that God will even hear the cries.
