The focus settles, nestles in
I sit here waiting, lights are dim
And though I know what must be done
I always feel that loaded gun
The push to work, this call to act
For naught fulfills a ghost’s contract
Forever now, forever then,
Armed with paper, bladed pen
No fear of future, charge ahead
No time for doubt, remorse or dread
The task is clear, the goal I know
As light fights through this dark window
Two years have passed, as I attest
Since fire sparked, ignited quest
To do the things that needed done
To tell the Lord – Thy Kingdom come.
How the World Should Work 