I see the lines upon the road and sky, why you preach to keep within my lane I often ponder why? Celebration of all that comes from the indwelt breath of God to limit demonstration appears to inconsistent and quite odd. No one wishes to share conversation, perspective or my dreams yet dampen celebration and unmastered music clearly seems. The basket is not perfect but lets out little light and the fists are less than adequate to conduct this spiritual fight. In accolade find folly and in pride we find our will but to surrender to forgiveness we all must pay the bill. I don’t know why He made me but to sing with all my might I am so sorry for your sadness within this desperate plight. My dance is consequential, my song essential to my life in leaving the message He gave me wielding His two edged Knife. In clarity’s presumption I must remain tranquil in my stance living obligation is to continue this romance. I love with more than passion and tears of joy remain the purpose of my musing is found in this brief pain. I was made to wander along this winding trail to dance in my great wonder how quizzically I fail. As good is brought to mistake and abundance to the scant why would you tell me to observe limits when you know inside I can’t?