Marking the task at hand, by gracing you with nothing.
Looking for an answer in the unlikely.
Finding it in the familiar.
But passing it up to do a ride along instead of listening to the truth.
I am but a man that makes too many mistakes.
I fail to see things that are right in front of me.
Like friendships and good food.
Like love and sushi.
Marking a task that enters into my mind, and dances to the tune of my Maker.
Slowly turning and making noises with my mouth.
Then taking it a step further and doing my day to the tune of the Lord next to me.
But even then I hurt, and I lie about the mistakes I make.
I am but a man that denies too many times.
I fail to see the good right in front of my eyes.
Like my Maker and pasta.
Agape love and sushi.
Tie down the initial intent.
Focus on the song that is presented to you.
Is it enough to keep going?
Or are you going to end it before noon.
To strike a chord and play for a crowded room.
To practice with a voice and a tune.
An answer to prayer that wasn’t about forgiveness.
The answer is coming from a guitar and a spoon.
So I beg for another song.
One that is for me.
One that follows a melody,
Or one that is chaotic and follows me through.