By Walt Walton
Often out of touch with my thoughts as I digress
Searching for answers I still haven’t found yet
Regrets & Remorse, got me perplexed
All the thoughts in my mind are on a conquest
Sleep Apnea Disillusion, my mind’s trying to process
Got this feeling in my stomach, I can’t seem to digest
One thing is for certain, my mom isn’t home yet
I didn’t hear the alarm, so know I’m alarmed
“Who’s sweeping?” and how exactly did they creep in
My eyes are wide open, but I can’t move
The door creeks as it crack open and the Sun Shines Bright in my dark room
As I see the shadow of someone sweep my heart sinks like a harpoon
My feet finally start to move, I’ll be fully woke soon
As I rise up, I slowly start to creep through the house
With no one in sight, I don’t feel so alright
So I pray Lord what’s this all about
I took the bible off the shelf and read it myself
Matthew 12:43-45 was the demonstration, the house put in order was the revelation
I Thank God for this spiritual moment
No weapon formed against me shall prosper, because who I’m anointed with
[Reading of Psalms 23]
*Based upon a True Story