I want to be amazed.
I want my thoughts provoked.
To relate
to state the truth of matters.
Whether brutally honest
or boldly kind. . .
I want to stand out again,
I want to change.
The Chameleon Cue
of kaleidoscope consideration,
but my soul, it has no self-control.
Oh ye of little faith;
you know I can calm the sea,
clear your lungs from drowning waters,
and make a bit of bread feed the multitudes.
But God they said to me,
my faith, it wasn’t free.
I’m asking you, what’s the cost?
Because there’s nothing I have lost.
What is it but a bit of jealousy?
The envious green hue
of the sick, sad and blue?
And I could say I loved
you any way, any day.
Wouldn’t change you,
wouldn’t save you.
Just hoping for your happiness,
peace, tranquility, stability.
Did you hear me?
I said I wouldn’t change you!
But me,
that’s a different story.
