Sometimes I wish I could just scream at people. I'm not angry or upset or frustrated or bugged or agitated or perturbed.
be blinded by a light far greater
than the light bulb ideas in your head.
those swimming dots you see are just a figment.
Sometimes I wish I could just yell
THERE IS A GOD OUT THERE WHO IS RIGHT HERE.
He is here. He is the still, small voice
not the thousand running rampant in your head.