The Heart Is Deceitful Above All Things-SHOWBREAD

lines in my hands light through the walls i’m writing letters to you with my prayers long before what i’ve stood up will fall or who i thought i might be is ensnared a man inside a fish scales from someone’s eyes a family in a great big boat while the rest of the world dies you’re making food to feed five thousand you’re saying "let the children come to me" in the corner of the classroom i am pulling back the carpet i’m afraid of what i see what is truth? what is truth? what is true? what is truth? what is truth? what is true? how big are love and history? and what hides inside their mouths? there are holes in me from things pushed in when i pull them out and out of which come questions that i can not unwrap what i once learned is not enough to hold the torrent back i feel as though the weight of questions has grown to cruel to bear though i long to lift it now the load makes me despair ask though i may the faces who once led me by the hand their voices are unfamiliar i’m not even sure they understand and now my spine is bowed by the boxes on my back i don’t know how to open them i want to give them back and yet you will not stir to ease this burden that i carry it seems as though you’ve piled them up and treated me unfairly it’s this devastating world that laughs and steals upon my back and everything comes crashing down when my will finally cracks no longer will i tote the cryptic words of ages gone when i was being broken, where were you all along? lessons recounted faithfully now fall like clumps of wool the men and women who lied to me are cockeyed, panting wolves they wave their flags and cast their stones and sneer with lusty grins commanding me to follow a path they have never believed in they low like cattle with bulging veins and militant fists in the air join their flock or burn in hell and i’m not sure that i care crawling out from the wreckage of all that i’ve been taught i’m leaving it behind they fling their venom out at me when i resign outside the gates i drag myself into a world bigger than i had believed and inside they flay their sheep lest they follow me and leave but after everything i’ve done and everything i do i can still remember you lines in my hands light through the walls i’m writing you letters with my prayers after all that i’ve stood up falls and i afford you none of my cares if i ask you "what is truth" will you be silent still? my questions and doubts may chasm i fear you can not fill perhaps the lens i’ve eyed you through keeps me from from the truth i can’t find what i’m looking for and i still remember you when i relent the shackles of all that i’ve been fed i pull back the floor and find something beautiful instead after everything that i’ve been through i don’t recognize myself anymore sometimes i think that i might remember but then i close the door i walk away from everything and find myself made free in all the tangles of who i am the truth is that you love me just as i was, just as i am just as i will be in all the tangles of who i am the truth is that you love me [[Category:Showbread]]

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