little pattern in my life these days
the days surprise me by the end
when I look back
so much unreality these days
[I'm thinking of jail time, engagements, babies]
where is my promised land?
how many more years of wishing, of wilderness wandering?
the seasons of brokenness then healing then brokenness then healing then brokenness
where is the moving forward?
after the revelation, always this pulling back, always the hiddenness again
maybe I should graduate early and just get all this over with.
[who knows if the moon's a balloon?]
so much unreality these days
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