I set out to create a perfect day;
for such is always my goal;
follow my Lord in every way;
for such is meant as my role.
But mind can be a cantankerous crank;
especially, in the midst of depression;
all of the positive thoughts go blank;
and the mind considers secession.
We cannot function without the mind;
although, some people have tried.
By it’s function, all reality’s defined.
it’s world, controlled from inside.
I lost my greatest treasure in life;
for the Master took her away;
in the midst of sorrow and strife;
death, simply had the last say.
She left my world some time ago;
tho time, isn’t really a factor;
her absence causes reality to slow;
and I’ve become reality’s actor.
The stage is set; much like before;
many other players, still there;
when life’s done; there’ll be more;
I don’t know when or where.
I still try for perfection each day;
ignoring all pasts and futures;
His Love embracing, all the way;
for, my mind still requires sutures.