Too much grasping, feel the knot clasping
Choking my breath.
Expect, request, demand, but it’s out of my hands.
Dear God, I’m in pieces, trying to release this all.
The ground rises and I fall.
The ratrace taking a toll.
I am a simple soul.
My light is growing cold,
With all I know, my eyes are closed.
Scared to ask for help, because I been the solid ground, everyone looks to.
Not sure what to do.
All the inspiration fell through.
The hope that made my heart hold on, is gone.
I am in burnt out mode.
Spirit, I need love to bring me home.