about the odds and ends that compose this earth

i'm constantly muttering to myself about the odds and ends that compose this earth. what is this american fixation with opulence centered upon? is it all an excuse for our youthful insecurity? is it all a cover up for our quickly exposing weaknesses? i am personally attempting to cover up what my true intentions are and i have no idea why. i unwillingly sugar-coat things constantly, not letting my true colors show in the sun. why? and for what? i wish when i had a problem with something, or when something was getting the best of me, i could fight it, i could make it known, but no, i just cower in my corner. i'm getting tired of the delays, the excuses, the constant unwillingness the fight for this, it's like we are continuously in transit. i'm getting lost on the train. stumbling from compartment to compartment exchanging bitter words with the gloomy passengers as i attempt to find the light that had flooded the windows before i guided us into this tunnel. i'm sorry. i wish that everything could be open and to the light all of the time, but like the train in the tunnel, sometimes we must plunge deep inside and hide from god's true vision. i'm needing your touch, your simple smile, and your breath upon my cheek. hurry to me my love, the light is growing at the end of the tunnel with each passing mile, and soon i will be in the radiance of your beauty once again.

Listening to:

"Am I Wrong" - Brand New
"Meant to Be" - Denison Witmer
"Safety Bar" - De Capulet
"Okay, I Believe You but My Tommy Gun Don't" - Brand New