What Next

Please tell me now Where I belong?
I place in hell where “nothings wrong.”
A sad but yet forgetful song.
A past that fails to carry on.

A calming voice that’s found in His mind says
search through my past and see what I find.

Don’t mind all the static that feels so unkind because those who were found were once walking blind.

The blinding truth though, while harder to mind, will mine out your thoughts. The ones you denied.

The ones that we run from are harder to find, but when minding our thoughts, we cover our hides.

The answers appear with a mind thats “Unclear,” and we find the wrong answers when they’re driven by fear.

Fear is in fact just a mindful illusion that leads to a stress ball of a lifelong dilution. But choosing is losing if the goal is refusing to make all the changes your peers are eluding.

Don’t back down just track down all the thoughts in your vault, and make sure they aren’t a result of a fault.

Not a fault that’s in you, but from years of abuse.
The kind that entangles your brain like a noose.

They alter our vision and change all our views but the path that we take is a path we must choose.