as if this life is melody. looking for forms of harmony. a beautiful clash of two or more notes. and the tug and pull of the energy forces around threaten to leave her as an unfinished song. sheets void of artistic masterpiece.
and the expedition has begun or has it met an end? a series of decisions made, justified by personal liberty. and as you choose, the consequences hurl defeat or success over you.
if He doesn't answer when you're good, will He answer when you're bad? sinner or washed clean; what causes Him to run to you? will i live long enough to know the answer? i want to forget what i know. and leave all i am.
i want to drive with the top down, sun shining, wind filling my lungs with deep breaths of freedom coming in and out. and i want to drive until i can no longer drive. until i'm forced to hear Him. what will make Him speak?
what makes Him speak?
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