If Only I Knew What I Wanted

After All, We Are Nothing More Or Less Than We Choose To Reveal.

I Am But One More Drop In The Great Sea Of Matter, Defined, With The Ability To Realize My Existence.

For The Few Little Successes I May Seem To Have, There Are Acres Of Misgivings And Self-doubt.

Miracles Occur, If You Dare To Call Those Spasmodic Tricks Of Radiance Miracles. The Wait's Begun Again, The Long Wait For The Angel, For That Rare, Random Descent.

Not Easy To State The Change You Made. If I'm Alive Now, I Was Dead, Though, Like A Stone, Unbothered By It.