I'm not going to tell you how to exercise, how to eat, or even how to make desk art out of post-its. (Even though I'm a budding post-it arteest) If I were that organized I wouldn't be so grouchy.
Darkness is a harsh term don’t you think
Yet it dominates the things I seeIt seems that all my bridges have been burned
But you say ‘That’s exactly how this grace thing works’
It’s not the long walk home that will change this heart
But the welcome I receive with every start…Stars hide your fires…
And you, you’ve gone too far this time
You have neither reason nor rhyme
With which to take this soul that is so rightfully mine