serenity

<sub>my soul needed serenity since the beginning
counting blessings like chips in casinos a mountain of winnings
amounting to little more than enough to keep living
i saw economic disparity staggering differences

everybody was there there had to be witnesses
begging to go on like the sun that was blistering
no fun only misery
manufactured diseases like Herod massacred innocents

learned a thing or two about long suffering
dusted an Achilles like a torn ligament
post traumatically up at night like a vigilant militant
they said its me when the systems the one thats belligerent

never believed in coincidence
never been overly religious or cynical
but when most of the worlds in the darkness of ignorance
only the one thats omnipotent can forgive the sins

i sought peace in a secret hiding place tried to escape
like a kid in a treehouse finally safe
all the people could tweak out i wouldnt blink
lying beneath blankets at night while they die feeling great

on my back looking up at the stars having a blast
discarding maps like astrology charts
no hard and fast rules theyre probably wrong
talking to goblins like Jen Connelly in Labyrinth

had so much shit that i had to quit
if the world was a ship in a bottle i left like a recovering addict did
and when im gone im not relapsing it
lifetime of suffering was considered more than adequate

im a warrior and a pacifist
when Gods hand turned away i grabbed him by the wrist
silent wishes might be delivered when i get hit, dying again
almighty whispered “what time is it?”

its my time, its my time</sub>