Cocoa butter scented,
like I’m doused in chocolate’s air.
Cocoa cosmos
In place inside of my life.
in a place,
…but I don’t know where.
A blossom of problems I try to forget.
Cold nights during summer days, I awake every morning
feeling what's left of this regret,
...but fret not
I am leaving.
I’m trippin’ out of town.
I’m on that Holy Bible high away
Far away on a deep brown quest
I left my past behind me.
drifted away to find redemption
ambitious girl.
In a place with no definition
Like rainbows I follow a pathway through the sky
An unknown reality it, makes me feel
Blissfully beautiful I,
Feel a presence.
A reverent essence.
I reach trying to grasp.
A caffinated excitement awaits
But a life of mistakes
Is but an empty lake
And I know my cup runneth over,
But my soul is beginning to break.
My thoughts begining to quake
and then I awake those silent undertones of spirituality.
The Lord hath not given us a spirit of fear, but of love, a sound mind, and of power.
So wait my little dove. You will blossom into a flower.
Someday you’ll see the soft red with a hint of brown, that cocoa butter scent.
Someday you will remember the high and you won’t have to lament.
Someday you will remember to puff, puff pass the loneliness and regain the bliss.
So dismiss your worries and keep on trippin’.
Up under and over the trials, if you must,
But trust no matter how many miles, Salvation will be amiss.
