This Crazy Ride

This ride has no end. All it is is an infinite coaster.

It travels along the bumps of my mind, to the curves of my body, to the hills of my heart.

The twists and turns are hardly smooth and it gives me a searing pleasure.

This ride, this ride, this crazy ride.

This ride takes me on pointless journeys through strong beautiful trees, to fields of dainty flowers and even over majestic mountains.

All are beautiful in their own way--but--the thorns on the dying flower or the giant scar on the bark of the tree or avalanche the mountain provides delays my journey.

This ride, this ride, this crazy ride.

Focus

The target moves in intricate pattern
The red and white are blinding and bold.
Illusion shattered when target is hit,
But knowing me, I haven't hit s***.
The statement before appears vulgar and vile,
but that expresses my annoyance with self.
This self-pity, now, is only pathetic.
Time to dust myself off and get it.

My focus is gone,
The blur is evident,
I need only God to guide my arrow.
You alone are my eyes to see, Your eyes are on the sparrow.

This realization for self-modification,
Has caused me to change my outlook on life.
The darker side I tend to lean,
But only because I'm a human being.
I need optimism, I need to look up.
If I don't, I'll miss the target for sure.
God help me now to overcome this trial.
You, and only you can make me smile.

My focus is gone,
The blur is evident,
I need only God to guide my arrow.
You alone are my eyes to see, Your eyes are on the sparrow.