Sinful deeds working in my backyard
As nature explains its cruel curse,
A mix-up of what should be good
But greatness has a price to be paid
If it only desires to have recognition
If only I want to make it somewhere in life.
The green grass grows higher
Impossible to walk anywhere in it
Much less probable to lie down
As snakes and creepy insects crawl
Making them the rulers of their world,
I merely wonder from an upstairs window.
Strangers are welcomed at my gate
As I never know their true intentions,
A doubtful place with nowhere to turn
Maybe my sanctuary yet I shall not fear.
Instead I will face their issues one at a time,
Chase them away; I am not a haunted house.
The web-like weed scatters faster
As the land is left untaken care of,
The fear of dirt touching my fingers
Causes a phobia anonymous to life
But the more I find outside my window
Exuberance takes over my fortitude.
Sacred deeds working in my backyard
As nature explains its wheel of fortune,
A mix-up of all that was once confusing
Has revealed itself surprisingly clear,
If only the mind could free its burden
Then I would have known these issues.