Yearning to be free from a cage of thought, regret
Thinking’s end, too perfect to have all the standards met
What have I learned while stuck in this place—my own cocoon?
Excuses culminate on impulsive passion all too soon
Thinking seems the right, but my mind cannot contain
The thoughts that it’s been struggling to hold onto all these days
Sick of pressure, unwilling to let go—round and round we wind
What happiness we’d find if conscience ruled the mind
Father, speak to me of Your thoughts.
Abigail Kraft 2009