Deep thoughts

"Am I losing my faith?” I think as I discard the Holy socks into the trash

"Are the words really deep?" I question looking at the thickness of the page they are written on

"Do others open their hearts really?" as I look the mirror

"I must be getting old", as the day goes on -

Moments pass never to be captured again
Grace is lost with wills that will not bend
Honesty is in check behinds walls of protection
No one shares their heart.

Words can color tales of imagination, yet reality is what we seek
I wonder why I can speak, when so many others just listen.

Leaders are born to lead, but there is comfort in the crowd
the followers are always in the crowd

Loneliness can be a beautiful thing
if you dance in the dark and dream.