Never the Same

"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