I hadda vision it seemed like sleep beginning
Circles within circles of destruction bled
Blue yellow green silver and a red without textured words of grace to describe
But I awoke trembling, ranting my body's thirst for water
To quench the alcohol's called shots...
But wrote this sidestep.
A Lord, if there is one, would be a joyous sight
Upon us all now,
But for one would suffice for now
Pretty please sir, let it be mine grace
To become a joyous one...
But I am afraid my largest father if that is you
Of myself for my flaws I call *not* flaws--
Slight distictions between fellow men,
Are many flaws being sent for redemption?
By my burning in the fire of the military,
Although that thought is a deep one I can't really recall before...

But I have my water now hear beside my form and my thoughts clearer...
It is time for sleep and a new day on the horizon
Has promises to be kept and thoughts to take fruitition...