"Unless the Lord builds the house,
those who build it labor in vain.
Unless the Lord watches over the city,
the watchman stays awake in vain."
Psalm 127:1
I just woke up from a nap. Not a good dream. Hell is a place where bad dreams, rather nightmares, you never wake up from. Heaven will be more real than earth. I had to write a poem from this dream from the ever increasing awareness of this theme: "Man is always trying to justify their existence"
I am no longer bound
By my performances on the mound
Chained by wins and losses
By making happy all the bosses
I went up the ladder
Thinking once I got to the top
The world would never stop
I sat down on my chair
Yet I was still empty and full of despair
My life was a party full of decay
Trying to feed my justification every day
But nothing worked; no nothing worked
All was vanity and false sanity
Just a mere feeling of inconsequentiality
But in came Jesus.
And I have never been the same
No; I have never been the same