.....She sits in the corner,

hunched over in tears.
She doesn't realize
that He has removed all her fears.

She doesn't realize it now
but she has been blessed
where she sees a closed door
is an opened window crest

She doesn't see the sun
through the dark clouds
but when the pain is done
away will go the shrouds

In the dark corner she cries
unaware that He protects her
from her own lies

When she lifts her head up again
she will see no more rain
when she smiles again
no more pain

Do you remember when he said this line? "This is the American Dream"

Sometimes I agree. Sometimes I see where he was coming from. He found humor in the true nature of mankind, the true nature of what we "wanted" vs. what we truly honestly, deep down wanted and needed. There was a dark humor from where he stood, because he saw mankind as it was in its nitty gritty natural state. Chaos.

So why do I feel the need for order in mine? Do I persist on planning out every last detail because it is the only thing I feel I can control? Is this the only reason I feel the need to plan as I do ? I have no control over anything else it feels at times, but I so wish I did, I so wish I did.

I await for the day when I can sing aloud "The worst is over now, and we can breathe again..."