Monotony to calamity to pain.
Sandals in the snow.
Boots in the tropical terrain.
Chasity belts for the weak.
Thongs around the strong.
Island sanctuaries for all who fear every wrong.
I have been to the land of sanctified goods.
Born witness as the, wicked rest in the sun.
Drinking the Kool-Aid from a golden cup.
And, inhaling from the mighty vine.
High on the prospect of retrieving the grand prize.
Paddling back in a boat of bubble wrap…
I had forgotten to enjoy the ride.
Paint me in a river of my tears
Whisper hope and truth – courage in my ears
Remind me when I reach the other side
I’ll b thankful for every tear that I cried