you can pray to a barren field, but without planting and tending, there will be no crop.
yelling at the dirt does nothing, if no stream comes from the river.
empty words, yield no understanding, without proper context.
ostracized. and set out on the river to burn. what once i understood as my meaning is now a thing i can only view as contorted and foolish.
left alone, only to think that another day is never ending.
that i might never understand a purpose that i could have had.
and only to wonder what i have sown, and who reaps the benefits.
your words are only as strong as your actions
my actions have become increasingly meaningless
who has taken possession of the good i have done
