Debris blocking clear sight
And I hear sparks, crackles, a station filled with foolishness
Can I experience now with full purity
Balance beam perfection goals against butter basted toes, God, I slip
My attention a roller coaster without safety bars, faulty bumper cars
Father, in my weaknesses, pride dies
So I pray to see like you do, correct conclusions instead fleshly understanding leading to boohoo.
Twenty four hour self broadcasted pitfalls, two forged anvils chain attached balls