The Churn

Well time passed after i said I’d go
On a magic carpet to san Anton,
But time passed by and now ill try
To explain to you the reason why.

Well now I’m sick. My stomach churns.
And again in what my spirit yearns,
And further in my mental sphere
Filled with the toil of this year.

Maybe just because outsides a storm,
Or maybe because I’m not yet born,
To be adult now is quite absurd,
But ny voice is about ready to be heard.

I ask if its to be in beautys medley,
Or must it come in what i now see?
Should I go back and incur future wrath?
Or is now’s peace simply heaven’s bath?

Well, I’m done trying to figure it out,
Maybe if I’m quiet, He will loudly shout.