Being As An Ocean

Listen Up These are the things I've been dying to say to you I won't engage in conversation littered with self-righteous rage Because before the words were out of my mouth You already judge what I have to say If you ripped me open Instead of judging

As I pen these things It might literally be all I have Ink on paper Does any of this matter? Then Iâ€m reminded of what Iâ€ve seen The places I love and the people Iâ€ve been Only Love could have brought me to this place Holding in me a joyful heart

We are all homeless in one way or another Whether we've lost ourselves to lust Inflamed passions for things desired; forgotten the other Wandering aimlessly, in love with something that will only collect dust Or perhaps we've been led into the wilder