My passion for life had faded
(degraded, hated and separated)
This lifeless picture on the wall taunts me
(beauty, degree and rosary)
The saturated colors have been gone for some time
(sublime, crime and paradigm)
But now the shades of gray have lost their silver luster
(disaster, infrastructure and rupture)
The color gone- The future resembling a dry desert well
(carousel, clientele and farewell)
The desert winds constantly cover my path
(aftermath, wrath and sabbath)
I have what feels like- permanently lost my way
(hearsay, prepay and disobey)
What is needed now, the inevitable change
(derange, strange and prearrange)
I need to stop waiting around for something to happen
(ripen, deepen and unshapen)
This heaviness has rendered me incapacitated
(belated, accommodated and jaded)
All that can be done is to sit in a holding pattern
(burn, yearn and overturn)
A prayer- A lifeboat- S.O.S.- desperate for rescuing
(crippling, acquiring and learning)
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