I came upon a dark predicament.
That effort is only meaningless
If heaven is not my private heaven.
But an idea from ignorant longing,
For something so pure it limits our depth,
So simple it limits complication.
Leaving one to wonder is eternality
Walking feeble-minded in bliss spending
Eons jaded by uncomplicated
Living. Wondering if all those hours of
Prayer could have been put to better use.
Having fast nights and slow fading young dreams.
Since life and living are two different things
Between godly and sin. God’s catch twenty-two.