Ah yes,
A familiar sensation,
is coming from this season of sadness.

The tail end of winter,
mixed with my elevating spirits
warns me of my past flirtations with madness.

With the increasing beauty and comforts of nature
come longings to know your ways,
but after I request much in moments of pondering
I grow restless and quite worldly,
as my impatience rules me and waits not for your wise delays.

But unbeknown to me my mind receives signs and clues
that enflame my desire that first made me seek you.
Extrasensory in design but wholely not divine
come these subtle bombardments on my being.
And with them I run and think it all to be fun,
but true reality I am far from seeing.

The impatience of my character
along with my desperation for inspiration
combine for a killer combination.
And the factory burning behind my eyes
coupled with all these demon lies
make for the scariest of indoctrination.

So my desire for ultimate truth
mixed with my impatient arrogance
brings about these false miraculous things.
For moments I'm in terror sensing deceitful error,
but it's all impossible to restrain.
For it's mixed with spiritual truths and it all seems quite deduced,
yet it's just pure falsehood flowing through my veins.

So as I sense something in the air
in this coming season fair,
please Lord, allow me one of these two things.
Either leave my soul spared,
or if for this you have no care,
delay the coming storm this time,
so I can grab tight to your truthful reigns.