Have you ever been stuck on something, the residue of something that used to be?
Have you ever caught yourself longing only to discover you didn't know what for?
Have you ever found yourself walking with a sense of expectation only to discover you had none?
I am tired of chasing ghosts, phantoms of what used to be.
I am tired of the silly circles in which I always seem to be.
Oh God give me wings that I can fly above all of this earthly misery.
May my heart swoon for something much higher than me.
God ground me but give me wings to fly and may I never chase another ghost again.
