Freak of Nature

Steve Goldenfort

When looking for God, the things seen are that.
Always a top, any perception I’m at.

 

Step into his shoes and he steps above.
Feeling what’s left, an abundance of love.

 

Kicking the tires, on this giant of a me.
Pulling out ideas, of how it’s all meant to be.

 

Walking held high no longer stumbling around.
Showing my true self, without making a sound.

 

Doing my best and giving my all.
Opening myself, for that love comes to call.

  • Author: Steve Glodenfort (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 24th, 2024 07:43
  • Category: Unclassified
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