One day walking and talking in sequence
asking myreflection to evaluate its position

Brave and confuse on unbalance grounds
I couldn't come up with an answer

So like often tormented
Because of my grasp for knowledge

I slowly begin the journey
I gather juices from my cabinet drinking a handful of cups

And climb tree's for my collection
A taste, tasting were sweet, but sweeter

I contained puzzled of rage
To the point I collapsed
Still asleep wandering, roaming about my time

I felt cripple end
The launched as arrow from a bow
No focus so I cried

I could only keep my eyes open
They were pitch shoveled
To the light a head

Then a  voice spoken in psalm
Softly said  '" You are well with me always"
At that moment I jumped from my death

Still holding my breath
And ran to a face in the kitchen
And yelled " He Came For Me"