In bloom but my petals wither.
Cut me you’ll see I’m a bleeder.
Cried it and now I’m tryna get across this river.
Trust me I have faith,
But I’m bout to sink it like a Peter.
I’ve been keeping mum,
And now I’m bout to sing like Aretha.
Dear Lord! Dear God!
What if it’s all a lie?
What if everything ends when we die?
What if heaven’s just a state of mind?
And would I even enter in this state of mine?
Been feeling these feelings in a state of mime.
My God somehow I know I’m blind.
I’m past 20\20, please show me a sign.
Jon Lau 5th May 2022
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