The way I pray
When tired of the mess

People want to stop,
Dreams seem so heavy
Minds about to pop.

Belief in more than humanity
Hope may never seem,
Beyond my own reality
With life and love to blame.
Understanding what is given,
A presence goes beyond,
Another man believing
Of the forsaken son.

Verge of a new model
Functioning on the wave.
Complexity never ceasing
And hope which will ever change.

A process always growing,
Eternal in the way
Leaving the platform of security
Chaos in this age.

Enter in the system,
Be weary of the cage.
The passengers are empty,
Way beyond their state.
The bus is always leaving,
Never to be late.
At the final destination,
With everyone in fate.

Stories of the followers,
As the travelers await.
People at every turning,
Trying to escape.
This life with out meaning,
A struggle and a pain.
Charting out a new paths,
Begins to look insane.

(It is the job of the messenger to tell the story of the one who came before us. The one who defied gravity, looking the dream stealer in the eyes and with humility in the voice saying, "this is my story...")