When I sit alone I talk to him.
My path, my guide, my closest kin.
His presence a lightning storm of pain.
My rudders in this ocean of change.
When I sit alone I listen to him.
To the endless talk of blabbering confusion;
And piece together my pearls of wisdom,
Pearl periods that end sentences of existence.
When I sit alone Iím all I need to be,
To be contemplating Ďto be or not to be.í
Itís my being thatís being in question here.
I am that I am, so what is it I fear?
When I sit alone he shows me Iím small.
Another grain of sand on the ocean floor.
My dreams, my pride, my loves, my goals;
Just expensive wrapping on an empty soul.
When I sit alone I touch his reality.
He, the watcher in this gluttonous fantasy.
When I sit alone is when I understand him,
That mysterious God lurking under my skin.