Eternal Mercy

Dusting the cobwebs of my past always stretches me between here and then. Sometimes I go, sometimes I stay. Always, I'm stretched.

I happened upon my journal notes from road of trials across Peru in 2005 and 2006 the other night. In once sense, "I" never went to Peru. "I" was lost. I wasn't one, nor two, with my friends without and within. The lines drawn between pen and paper were the only place Luke arrived for days, to months, and sadly, years. They're lines drawn of long stretches.

Opening the notes of my past, those lines kissed me on the nose for the first time...

... I much prefer a fresh kiss than a nervous tap on my dusty shoulder.



Eternal Mercy

Tell me friends...
If you die before you die, then do you die when you die,
my friends,
'cause I don't feel so alive.

Tell me friends,
If I did this for twenty years, would I be that in twenty years,
my friends,
or twenty years behind?

What am I?

'cause I can't seem to decice...
What am I?

'cause I can't seem to decide...
Who am I?

Tell me, do I need to decide?
Do I need to decide?

I tell you friends, I don't need to decide,
when I see,
what I see,
when I see,
through these eyes.

I tell you friends, I don't need to decide,
when I hear,
what I hear,
when I hear,
through these ears.

I tell you friends, I don't need to decide,
when I feel,
what I feel,
when I feel,
deep inside.

I tell you friends, if I die before I die,
and I die,
and I die,
and I die,
man, I feel so alive.