God’s Creek

You sit motionless

You grip nothing

Releasing your thoughts

Seeing just one thing

Yourself, your own man-made reflection

Running from who you have become

Towards the unknown

Praying you’ll be let in

Weak

As you speak

Floating helplessly

Down God’s creek

Where are you going

What do you run from

Is this what you wanted

Is this what you’ve chosen

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