7.  Nowhere to Go

"Lay back" like it's all a game

that I can play with my eyes shut

and my mind shut to the fact

that control is only a four

letter word when you lose it.

But the less I hold the less

I feel, the burden now

on Your shoulders that I've never

seen but held in the darkest

nights, my feet shaded,

foot lamp dimmed,

feet printed within the prints

You've made with Your own.

And after all these years

when my feet were "free"

to dance all along this wayward

world, and if only I kept a bird-eye

view of where I've been and who I was,

I could see the complete, replete pattern

of a person loitering around,

all dressed up,

with nowhere to go.