And people will wonder,

“What happened to the order of life?
Among all the obscure things of life,
Beneath all that is fated to be, yet chaotic to proceed,
When all this falls directly into place without us knowing,

Will love still exist? Will all the hope we stored for years continue to live?
Is everything as it should be, and is someone in the highest directing us all?
Will you still be here?”

 

Now I’ve seen head-to-toe of this planet.

In this life, short-lived but strong-minded,
I’ve seen the greatest and least of what God has freely given us.

I know the profoundity of life,
And when I know it, I know the concavity of death.

I’ve risen to be gleeful and spirit-filled everyday for years.
Nothing takes away my spirit quite like something greater than all I’ve found.

I’ve grown in soul and wit, knowing the moves of not one single person, but everyone as a society.
I understand day-by-day the process of which we live.

I know that without a book of answers, we are left to idealize what we are positioned for.  I know that without a constant look at something to depend on, we are fighting to say we know the world but we don’t.

I know what it means to live in happiness,
But who has become happy so the world can hear?

I know what it means to be sad, and the world hears it.

I know what being in love is like.
No, you can’t signify it to one word but there’s no greater truth than what your mind and your heart agree on.

I know the depths of the soul,
I get it. The suicide doesn’t stop because a human says no.
The wreck that you are is an incessant force if we are to remain breathing on our own.

 

The patterns we grasp and conceptualize,

I enjoy how close we are to it, yet who can understand what God does?


 

One thing I know to be true, however:

If I even had control over my own life as many do, I wouldn’t be writing.
I wouldn’t be making music. I wouldn’t be smiling. I wouldn’t be breathing.

I wouldn’t be a friendly face, just a tumult of questions,
Established over many years,

And it is not I that makes me significant,
It is not my own life that gives me hope,

But it is the hearts along the way that I know will continue to breathe like me.

The people are all living as if they knew what was going on.

They don’t have to be searching, but some will.
They do have to be living.

One will make for himself a family and a home, and life will be unnoticeable,
When all is said and done.

The other will find herself hidden in a cove. She hides there until it’s safe to come out. She knows the world and the people and how much potential we have.

If anything comes my way, I cannot rest, if not for the ones who walk along with me. In God’s name I am still a restless soul just opening my eyes. And when I did?

I’ve figured life out.

It’s them.