How passionate are you? I mean really.
Is it legitimate for me
to be this inquisitive when I'm
liable to tell myself
the wrong answer aswell.
I even hate asking,
but it just so happens that
the question reflects this image
in my head of a tree that's
stopped growing years ago.
So this extroverted interview
is all I can stand to bring out
the beauty that's more like
a beast to you. Yea, I've fed it too.
He eats mirrors and spits future
seeds in fertile land-fills.
Cause see, I'm still knee-deep
in contingencies; looking at the
hollow birds who want to walk the earth
with us. I've told them they were born
to fly, but this discourse is certain to birth
an alibi. We've never wanted to spread
anything sky-worthy so why would wings
be any different? I'd rather be plane.
If you could travel me or atlas my anatomy,
then who better to stamp your ticket..
you quick winded passerby.
Yea, I've landed somewhere near there before;
unable to firmly latch the doors
mapped back to clear memory.
Shaky take-offs make me pilot a mind
not ready for flight. When think engines sleep,
dreams run idle and I feel like there's a shadowy
figure at the wheel. It's an uneasy
-only met you once before- type of journey.
Right turns are always made on red lights.
And I have to say, I still hesitate to turn,
knowing full well how many accidents
an average person will experience
in their life time. With a third eye view
I've seen Jesus called alot of things besides
a taxi. Overused and seldom understated
they've played out the street preacher
megaphone message; perspective dial-tones
got lost meeting at the feet of the cross-roads.
Now we worship on side-walks,
watching the sound of traffic pass by;
hands raised liked we're all waiting
for that taxi to come back 'round.
Rusted yellow paint, chipped hearts
and peeling tears. My only fear is hearing how
church has become an out-stretched limo disservice.
We'll look like fools, all piling into the same car
like anxious clowns headed to a heaven circus.
But I don't care, His word is booked for
the world to tour. (Be prepared it's a long drive).
Checker flag us because we've finished following
what leads to broken down truth. There's enough
fuel to jump-start a revolution if we have to.
Get uncomfortable... this back seat is for confessionals.
I've left my sins on the dashboard and past
in the ash tray, and the best part is that He claims
the fare has already been paid. Don't hold it too loosely,
settling for anything less will get you short changed.
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