Alive After Death
It sounds so easy, it's said so carelessly
Abused on social media and billboards endlessly
But how come we can't act it out?
Why is it so difficult and lastingly unnerving?
Depressing how when those that witness it being lived out find it concerning
We live life recycling eachothers actions and reciting anothers slang
Too many of us aren't our own person, isn't that a shame?
Who is there to blame? our parents, politics, or what about Adam and Eve?
No guts, no gain, no wonder our personalities are so plain.
Minds trained by a textbook, eyes stare at screens, the only time we think
out of the box is deep into our dreams.
"Be different" is all that I hear, but "different" is driven out of me by
the result of fear.
Oh If only fear never existed, what a life it would be.
I would be forever excited, driven, and i would trek further than the eye could see.
I long for this freedom of exploration and discovery, not only of
earth but of self.
But I know on the inside this desire will never come about.
In this life that kind of search and discovery is not allowed.
I look forward to a naturalness and perfectness to find all my own, except
it's not mine, it's ruled by a king on a throne.
Heaven is where I will reside in purity.
Where I will be completely myself and everyone will see me with clarity.
When I get there it will not be about me though and I am prepared for this.
My God will be the beauty and all that I will admire.
Until then I will be "different" in the lord on earth, until my time expires.