Adoration - June 5, 2012
It’s hard to imagine something you have never experienced as being something tangible, real
It’s not hard for me to give myself over though, to tumble head first down love’s well
And yet… it always seems I find it dry
No matter what I do, I can’t throw enough love out to fill the void
At the bottom, parched, I sit alone
It’s hard to claw your way out of the holes you dig yourself
It’s not hard to see that repeating the same exercise in futility is insanity
And yet... I find myself straddling the line between disbelief and hope again
It’s not hard for me to give myself over though, to tumble head first down love’s well
And yet… it always seems I find it dry
No matter what I do, I can’t throw enough love out to fill the void
At the bottom, parched, I sit alone
It’s hard to claw your way out of the holes you dig yourself
It’s not hard to see that repeating the same exercise in futility is insanity
And yet... I find myself straddling the line between disbelief and hope again
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