“You need to eat before you pass out.
Why aren’t you eating?
What's wrong with you?”
hurt, hurt, HURT.
Why should I eat, when they starved me for over a decade?
Eat before I pass out you say?
But I've already passed out,
It wasn't because I didn't eat,
That's what they kept voicing,
But it WASN'T because I didn’t eat!
It’s simply because I am not being me,
What kind of foolishness are you talking about?”
I’m talking about expressing my need for hunger,
hunger, hunger, hunger,
For my dark soul,
He’s all I ever thirst or hunger for,
For He fills me up with His wisdom and knowledge,
On how to be hungry for me,
Before I pass out in the hands of my roots once again.
He reminds me,
Only I can feed myself now,
Feed me with oneness in my mind, body, heart, and soul,
And for that, I am grateful to know,
To have the Lord be part of my dusty life,
The life He can take back,
In the split of a second,