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Stillness Is a Crossroad
It can lead to boredom or perfect peace.
Which road will I take? The left or the right?
One is the devil’s playground, one I bask in the light
One I feel awakened and the other I feel vacant
One I get complacent and one I learned patience
Awakening feeling lighter it prepares me for the tests
Vices wait in line for me whenever I feel stressed
Sometimes I get weary, I just want to get some rest
I can get drained from disappointment
Or when i’m not my best
That’s when I take the wrong path
That predictable road
The one I lose control and just give up my soul
The one you try to pour into that never ending hole
With temporary fixes
That’ll eventually take it’s toll
Lead me to the green pastures
Where the water is still
I’m a sheep laying on the meadow
Surrendering getting filled
Detoxing from the poison
Alkalizing all that’s within
Left turn is a wolves den
Right I can leave behind my sins
Begin again
Heavy wings won’t allow me to fly
One road the old me will live
I take the road
Where the old me dies.
I’m never bored
When i’m in the arms of peace.
