Enough

Grant me the serenity to accept the things I can not change, The courage to change the things I can, And the wisdom to know the difference. God ain’t listened in a minute. If you want it, make it happen. This is fulfilled not finished. This is fulfilled not finished. There’s no tricks or shortcuts. God ain’t listened in a minute. God ain’t listened in a minute. If you want it, make it happen. This is fulfilled not finished. This is fulfilled not finished. There’s no tricks or shortcuts. God ain’t listened in a minute. Am I too much, or not enough? Too much empathy for opposition, feels my motion stuck. When I think I might erupt, I just thank that I am loved. Drunk - if I think I could thank away this —blood. That I could pray away the flood. need a drain, more than one. Many men have tried, Noah lived a while, Then he died. We are Cretans from a worser time. With poorly worded purposes supposed on sublime. This is no diamond, I shine. This is no diamond, I cut. This truth is bloody, But only it could be enough. It is not needy, does not hope we’re fucked. does not prefer we realize, But we does. might not know it but we do. If we’re a human race, tie your shoe. But we’d all lose. Ooo. Ooo What are we to do? We don’t know to tie our shoes. God ain’t listened in a minute. If you want it, make it happen. This is fulfilled not finished. This is fulfilled not finished. There’s no tricks or shortcuts. God ain’t listened in a minute. God ain’t listened in a minute. If you want it, make it happen. This is fulfilled not finished. This is fulfilled not finished. There’s no tricks or shortcuts. God ain’t listened in a minute. Insufficient exposé. Increase exposure, shutter speed was kinda late. lighting seeming fake because it is, or wait… I kid. The world seems fake because we want utopias. Heaven is right here, we make it hell, (at) least the most of us. Coping comes in quantities copious. But we’re told it’s sin, so I suppose it’s I who makes it hot in here. could we be enough? How do I know we is? This some logic I trust. the truth is all there is. We’ll weather storms and end with rust. Creaking joints, springs will bust. Crusted oxidized minds hell bent on lust. May we avoid gravity’s crush. Screaming for daddy to help, but god is not love. Good or bad. Take what you have and make it— before time takes her tax. Grant me the serenity to accept the things I can not change, The courage to change the things I can, And the wisdom to know the difference. (Do the ‘no diamond, I cut’ cadence in the latter half of V2 and end with serenity