Apathy...

Just going to free-flow type rhyme and see what comes out... This is always so vulnerable... enjoy. haha

My heart has been much better

My thoughts have been much worse

It feels this moment of life's song

Is stuck in second verse.

I keep on moving round and round

Seeking for more than what I've had

But all I ever seem to find

Is nothing better, yet nothing bad.

When asked how I am doing,

My reply is not bad, but not good:

"I really can not complain...

But then again, I really could."

It seems in search for balance,

I've decided on some grey

The problem with no black or white

Is that I really have nothing to say.

In the middle is where I have fallen

Yet still high up on my fence

I desire to be hot or cold

But warm is comfortable and just makes since.

It makes since to a mind

That dreams practical dreams

That sees things the way

That they really seem

But for the heart that is running after

The Man walking on the sea

There is no room for warm

There is no room for apathy.

So let me leap off my fence

Better yet, let's burn it down

No more double minded unsteadiness

I stand firm on solid ground.

On Christ the solid rock I stand.

All other ground is sinking sand.

All other ground is sinking sand.