reality

i poked my nose through a wire dress hanger and closed my eyes
as i lie down on the messy floor of my little bedroom
i counted to ten hoping to find a whole different world to analyze
i thought my ceiling light would surely become a big yellow moon
and the bumps on the walls would slowly but surely
turn into raindrops and embrace my warm face
i'm sure i'll be feeling a wind that comes purely
from a place somewhere no one could ever trace

but then the light bulb went out and i realized i had bent the wire hanger completely out of shape.

{.yeah. that's what happens when i start my wishful thinking.}

Lord, i'm having a hard time embracing reality.
bring my focus back to Jesus.
bring me back to Jesus.

'cause Jesus is more real than anything else.
and my Jesus alone, i long to embrace.