“Stop it! Don’t let Him catch you doing that!”
“Cheer up,Pal! You don’t want them to see you hurting!”
“She just told you it’s never going to work out between u two!
But, eh! You are the man! Hold your head up!”…
That’s just the way it is. Tell the world YOU have it all together.
Show the golden foot; hide the clayey.
That’s the way we ride; until the day we die.
Some are good actors at it, I guess!
But, I have never been together.
I stuff up; and before I reach the toilet, the shit’s in my pants!
I get dirty; and after I use d bathtub, the bathroom’s flooded.
I cover up my wounds with cracked crusts and soiled bandages.
And beneath the pretentious pride, I am puffed up with deep bleeding.
///The drought laughs on at the farmer’s promising harvest;
The rain rushes in on Christmas party’s dry morning.
People play in d beautiful meadows in d evening cool;
People labour in the ugly desert in d midday heat.
Some are adrift by the summersunsetty beach;
Some are afloat by the thunderstormy sea.
Isn’t this world a crazy place/stage/an asylum///.
We are actors PRETENDING to be MADMEN on this stage.
Unsurprisingly, we play our roles splendidly well.
Whilst all the madness resident among us eat at us with un-sane appetite.
Till all my brain’s gone, and I’m left with my heart.
Now, this is the part where I’m fed up; and start running out of the Nightmare Theatre.
And suddenly, I’m staring in the face of the Peace-Giver.
I was uncertain, as a bride about to enter the bedchamber on the consummation evening.
But then, the Healer looked at me, as a bridegroom looks at his lady.
I lose my practised pretence, cool, and wits;
I throw my hands, lift my face, and open the only heart left.
AND I AM AMAZED, AS I AM TRANSFORMED BY A PERFECT GOD.