Lost. Fooled by a touch. Creativity, passion, desire – lost. Where am I? Who am I?
Names of all types define me.
Continuing on with insanity, surpassing all signs, ignoring all warnings.
A moment of awakening. Ah! Now is the time for renewal, for redefinition, for change.
Night comes. Blanket of darkness covers all wisdom, all logic, all truth. Once again, seeking a name. Who am I? You walk on streets of broken glass; I follow. You believe beauty is art; I become a canvas.
You seek love in the unknown; I evoke mystery.
I am a garden of brokenness. Seeds are planted, yet no growth. Spring comes; flowers bud, yet soon wither.
A rose now, an aspen tree I soon aspire. Freedom forever.
By sunrise I am Tanzanite and Black Opal; Diamond is my name at dusk. How can I keep jumping from here to there? Chaos and havoc are my fuel, setting ablaze a divine and holy ball of clay once meant for molding – a masterpiece prematurely burned.
Thank God! By sanctification, fire makes all things new! Then clay, now hands and feet; I walk where my once darkness now shines light, a light brighter than the midday sun.