I’m slow to speak, but quick to anger as I silently shout out in my frustration “ENOUGH!” When will this exhausting confusion end as I solemnly tread around the mountain again not lost but wondering when I’ll be found.
I guess I’m too much of a fool to fix my eyes because my vision is so skewed and truth be told I’m too much of a coward to see the reality I know I’m facing. I’ll keep walking with my sunglasses on pretending I know the way while even stumbling in the night. My pride is blinding and still I make another lap all the while forgetting about the map and compass in my pocket.
They say “not all who wander are lost” but clearly those in the desert missed that memo. Will you give heed to this wayward stranger? I don’t want your pity but maybe something that’ll curb my desire long enough though.
I’d like to give credit when credit is due, but how can I when I feel like my balance is constantly overdrawn and I’ll get slapped another penalty. Even still though you choose to invest in me when there is no guarantee of return.
You could diagnose my condition as wanderlust because indeed I am lusting but not in the proverbial flesh and blood you see before you. No, no. It’s borderline greed for I am enthralled with the promise of honor.
So as wild beckoned to wonder I followed your calling and here I am. I need something more tangible than a strong whisper that gets muffled by the trees. Even that blaze mark on the bark has a bite as I know I’ve seen it so many times before in passing. That sting runs deep and cold in my veins.
I’ve got an axe to grind and not enough time as I’m still stuck on this path in my mind. I try to hide but your light is one that exposes so like a deer in the open I bed down hopin’ I’m not seen, yet I still pant for your waters.
You draw me to your well and I drink deep the liveliness of your presence and I can settle but not for less. Roaring deep a thunder rings:
“I am the lion that walks beside you. I have given you the gift of restlessness for the ordinary does not satisfy.”
