Captured.

The images and the illusions the realities and conclusions how do I know The direction the way to go to move without digging to act without repeating the same mistake again and again moving and going nowhere acting for a show where an imaginary audience cares - for real?but there’s an audience who does. How can I rest in him, with focus fuel and fight? is it right to believe that there’s more when you look around and all you see is no bended knee but living to please whatever whim or fancy makes the best impression seeming to lead only to anxiety and depression worry and fear I know there’s more here unseen and so unacknowledged but waiting for the yield ready to give knowledge beyond what we can see beyond  what we understand if we just put out our hand we’ll find that it lands in the hand that’s been waiting just waiting for us to reach out and believe and trust what we can’t see.  That being captured by him is what sets us free.