Hazy Acres

Are you hidden from a vision wishing wisdoms for the balance

On the off chance you’re in your prison with a portion of the chances 

Can it be a clue waiting to be found 

Can it sound like the waiting you found 

Can it be more than what you haven’t 

Have not 

Have not 

Are you open in the moments it seems less likely you’ll deliver 

To fail falling along the way to falling flatly 

As it seems less likely you are open 

This is just a moment 

A moment 

A moment 

Are you ready to try trying on a dead end 

There is an instinct to the madness of requesting 

Even when you’re waiting you want what your waiting for 

Waiting 

Waiting 

Are you broken enough to share your enough 

This is just a moment of having not the open you’re requesting 

As it delivers the wisdoms you’re demanding 

On the other side of senses 

On the off chance to believe is madness 

Madness Madness 

Here’s to the growing faith