consciousness prevails 

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