Unquestionably Mad.
That is how I feel.
The psychological torment.
It’s reality is sinking in deep.
Sick of the world, sick of their minds.
Disgusted by arrogance, doubt and unseemliness.
Religiosity has taken the crown while grace has been dejected.
Meanwhile the broken are crying; Watch as the catastrophe unfolds.
What IS the truth? Is it possible to retrieve?
How do I handle the anguish of pondering such questions?!
My body is but a mere shell, a host for a broken, confused heart.
Despite the blessing of youth, I feel that my hour glass is on its last grain of sand.
Will not someone come to my aid?! Will not someone help me out of this distress?!
Oh, how I long for the comfort and peace of God I once felt!
But how do I return to such a love? How do I resuscitate a lifeless spirit such as this?
For I am of little hope, it seems; though I desperately crave such a revival.
What I wouldn’t give for the beautiful relief of complete, chaotic freedom!
To dance with total abandon! To shout a joyful chorus to the mountaintops!
It is this hope for which I will carry on.