Been staring down at the bottom of that bowl for far too long. It won't fill itself.
Looks like have gone a little too deep. For how to manage such thing, not even that saddle kept above the surface.
Just walking around finding a way through fog. While getting feet stuck in swampy mud. Really are in the sticks.
Don't need some intergalactic astrology to tell you how things are. Already know, its been the same way each day every day. What possibly can change the daily knowledge of ones own sodding life.
Seeing the future that's about to begin and waving goodbye to the past. Where do you fit in with all this. Must be hard trying to exist amongst others lives when cannot decide on ones own.
In the forest; there is this sense of stillness. Like all around is put on pause. Not a stir nor noise, just simple calm and silence. Even the long grass is standing still without a breeze. No birds singing, no sound whatsoever. Yet, can feel the life around, a warm glow, existence with that moment to truly be oneself before the everyday demands are heard again.
Isaiah Ch.11:V.15 " - And the LORD shall utterly destroy the tongue of the Egyptian sea; and with his mighty wind shall he shake his hand over the river, and shall smite it in the seven streams, and make men go over dryshod."
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