In my youth when I’m naive and purposefully living in the clouds
Youth dies as consciousness prevails
Your head must leave the sand
I so desperately wish control could be a power of mine
But I’m out of it most days
I try to find the will to pray
Even when my faith is tested,
Especially in those who, just like me, are human
With their own autonomous minds
I can’t control them
Oh lord, why?
I am eternally grateful those who are in my life made the days so bright
But can’t seem to find any light
In all of the turmoil and turbulence
The warmth of hugs has lost so much of it’s importance