I have never seen a number of objects in person.
I have never tasted a number of delicacies.
I have never explored much outside my window.
Now, I believe what my soul is telling me.
What a short whisper I am.
What a prejudicial mind I possess.
What a strange plain I find myself roaming.
Now, I know what it means to be blessed.
I have never claimed another’s heartbeat.
I have never listened to every song sung.
I have never slow danced with my lover.
Now, this battle needs to be won.
What a careless vessel I am.
What a cold temper I possess.
What a dry jungle I find myself roaming.
Now, I know truth… with faith no less.