Tuesday Morning

Epiphany

Epiphany

Our paths reveal how we get there in the lost and found bin of life. Fail or pass, you’re the only one there is to ask.

 

Flying through time
Try to reason out your rhyme
But will you get there
Will you accept there

Look back and sigh
Question did you really try
And did you get there
Are you aware

Too many second thoughts there Why can’t we pick our spots
And just be there

Blinded
(On your path of broken glass)
Find it
(Fail or pass)
In the moment
Not alone and always near you (You’re the only one)
And I hear you
(There is to ask)

Reflection
Redirection
Where star meets heaven

New decision
Inner vision

Epiphany
White lights of shining shards
Of your broken glass