limpid

Wake up early Sunday morning
look for what could ease my mind

Dark dreams kept me tossin’-turnin’ all through the night
thinking there are too many things clouding my sight

So uncertain, too much might
not the type required for putting up a fight
this might is just a product of my indecision

To my heart, I need to listen
though between there’s too much distance
yet my clarity lives within
I swear that’s the antidote that’s missin’

How can I transcend this division
when I feel so un-still

I must go about my mission
but many fears confuse my will
this pollutes my mind with disbelief
and in this web of doubt, I find no relief

But the more I write them down
the better I can breathe
I think it’s the visual of them being outside of me
I can feel more of The Spirit
and that there’s much left to be written

And it’s in that last line I realize —
that the root of expression
is the power to listen.

Art by // Andrew Ferez