What I Sense

I see gray sky
But still the sun rays
Find its way to show it's safe
Determined to warm the city...

I hear coarse melody
Wonder where the good artists go?
There, still doing their habit
Determined to give way to nice music...

I smell the alcohol
That fills up goblet of every couple
Their known way to wall the aches
Determined to be free even it's fake...

I taste the bitter pill
And i shouldn't puke it,
I need to unwear the suffering
Determined to seek healing...

I feel everything's a joke
So laugh, never worry, drive life
And when Hades arrives
Believe God is determined...

To save or have you with Him

BY: Robele