my eyes have burned a hole in my soul. my silence has put a hole in my spirit that has left me dry. the living water I have poured on the ground. all for my own pleasure and whim. the things I knew are hard to even recall. they seem like echoes that I can't make out. It's like a reverb fully decayed so it's only the overtones and the residual frequencies the you never hear anyway. I wish I could turn back time, how cliche, but then that's how cliches get started. "time took time away" how ironic, how profound how unnecissary how true how unexpected. God you are God no matter where we are, what mess I'm in please lead me out, I'm weary, worn out, lost. how is it God that I know the Way yet choose my way? all I want is peaceand joy andmusic and praise and You and love and openess, Truth, Life, goodness, you know me God what am I doing? free me Lord!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How blessed are you in al Your ways. Your imagination is beyond comprehesion, beyond anything in creation, well duh, I guess you made, huh? The Lord be with all you readers :)