Dazed and Confused, but not really.

Some days we wake up with a clear head, sure of the future, the past and the present.
Ever-clear and sun-kissed days with excitement, love, hope, energy flowing well.

Other days we're a lost soul.
A kid at heart, and only child.
Wanting to love, the love we never had.

Some days we're a sure fire sign of spit fire and adrenaline
And then we wake up, alone, frightened, feeling lost from the night before.
The long nights, the short days.

Not the lifestyle we want anymore, trying to hard to find balance, and balance it out.

Guilty is no pleasure,
but pleasure is sometimes ohh so pleasurable.

...Life is strange. Some days I feel like I grasp it well other days I feel lost and confused, not sure which way to turn. Spiritually trying to figure it all out, and missing my spiritual family.
I want to find it all, happiness, truth, love, I know where it lies. Why is it so difficult to commit?

"We all got wooden nails"...

I don't want to be middle of the line.

Hope. pray. love. manifest.